I remember watching Anna Karenina; i was with a lover who could have been more and the story, the beautiful truths and the stark realities beat against each other; the tempo slowing my heart beat to a stillness. It haunts.
The book was far better, depth of characters so clear, contrasts of lead males deliberate, crushing societal norms silhouetted against the reality of choice, property and reputation. That was then; that is now.
Still taking my time to perfect a beat and I still got love for the street
I remember watching Anna Karenina; i was with a lover who could have been more and the story, the beautiful truths and the stark realities beat against each other; the tempo slowing my heart beat to a stillness. It haunts.
The book was far better, depth of characters so clear, contrasts of lead males deliberate, crushing societal norms silhouetted against the reality of choice, property and reputation. That was then; that is now.
Not much has really changed. Emotions remain the same, and society still points fingers now there is social media to contend with.