Stillframes

my eyes stare out, not quite looking at anything, just capturing images that ill never recall, photographs to sit within dusty boxes, ungazed upon, rewinding the film and it plays blank before me, old black and white movies flickering in the small theater, yellow tinted edges, as if stained from the smoke of cigars, tarnished to never remember its full glory, red satin seats, moth eaten in the darkness, -i am self destructive- if i could forget how to breath, i would i inhale sweet nicoteen to calm my nerves and exhale to the screen like my eyes, flickering boots propped up on the seat before silent except the tickering -i destruct myself- in the simplest and most complex way if i could forget how to breath, i would you mustent stay one tear s l i d e s down my face all my memories gone away when shall i capture a new set? in my black and gray stillframes