Repairing a tear in an old super-8 film,
Blowing the dust off,
And letting the reel run for the first time in decades.
The only nuance is a scratchy gap in between scenes.
It just adds more flicks of character & texture on the big screen.
Overlaying an ambient soundtrack to the vintage footage,
To overlap the old & new in cinematic harmony,
Close the void,
Like jumping the rift in time,
All for the sake of making art out of the rips & wrinkles.
Softening the split edges,
And filling in the cracks of a broken vase with liquid gold.
Looking through the telescope into the future,
Yet, a long & winding road leads to each milestone.
Lava boils at the borders of the path,
But wildflowers line the drop offs & cushion the harboring heat.
Good comes out of the bad,
And bad is bound to come out of the good.
Life is just a rough mix of igneous & metamorphic stones,
Sedimentary situations develop.
They develop like camera film,
Back in the times where instant gratification wasn’t so much of a problem.
You shot your shots and hoped for the best,
Back when patience & perseverance prevailed,
Because you had to finish the whole reel before you could see the outcome of your efforts-
Before you could see your final masterpiece come to life right before your eyes.