The Movie Theater

Life is a picture reel of moments flying past us faster every day. With photographs and memories the only impossibility to truly capture time. But yet of two wonders the world around us has to offer.

I saw love.

And I've tried to define it a thousand different ways, and a thousand different times. And that's only an iceberg's tip. There's as many ways to show you as there are for you to see. I'm ambiguous for you.

In a moment as innocent as randomly but instinctively turning and gazing at someone who accompanied myself to such a trivial ideal as a movie, I saw her in the light of the screen. But I remember her in a light I never thought of imagining.
Something about that moment, that timing, the simplicity and meaning mixing together brought forth something much bigger than her or I. It was something we have all been trying to pinpoint for centuries and probably longer.

The world is truly gigantic. Land that stretches on for tens of thousands of miles in a multitude of directions. And scattered all along this map are landmarks, locations, valleys, mountains, cliffs, beaches, forests, deserts, plains, trenches, rivers, lakes, parks, stores, homes, hearts. But how vivid are all of the colors? How plentiful the music? How spread are emotions? How varied are all the materials? How curious are the mysteries? How philosophical are the theories? How strange the weather? How deep the soul? How magical that everything works together in motion? The world is packed full of more things than just land and water. And behind everything we do see remains the forces at work that we can not see, or can we really comprehend. Like love.

What is the most beautiful thing you can think of?
For a while I thought it might just be the sun, burning absolutely silently in its ferocious glory in absolute nothingness.

And time and time again I've been proven wrong but the sheer force of a smile. Or the gentle caress of eyes. Or even something as infinite as the meaning of it all.

- Taylor J. Pridgen

The Long Distance Letter

New York Bound,
She dreams of all the little things that make the world so big.

And it is funny how much bigger the world truly is
when she looks at it from farther away.

Farther up the towers of her world:
She sees the cracks in the concrete.
She dreams of starts and stars.
Below should be seen by looking up.


How sad is it that a voice makes me long? Longer I feel than I know.
My home is alive with arms open wide.

My, my... How I miss those arms.

For all the things the world can show;
for all the things that keep us in awe.
For all the beauty when we can't look away.
It is because of you.
And all of that fire just raging to be the sunset of the world.

No matter how big it is.
Come Home Quickly?

- Taylor J. Pridgen

My Love

Her voice, slightly scratchy over the long distance line, spoke volumes. It spoke of hope and life, of love and passion, of disappointment and forgiveness, of chances and risks, of those found and those lost, of the yet to come and the things that past, of kisses and hugs, of fate and destiny.

It spoke, and inside it, I heard everything; laughter, the sporadic beats of rain, the splash of teenagers through puddles, the thrumming tones of a guitar, the sheer transcending chords of a piano, the deep vibration of a bass, the perfect harmony of sound.

Her voice fills me with a passion, a fire, a need. I can feel her words across a distance, like thunder rolling from far away.

Her voice speaks. "I love you," it whispers. Those quiet syllables shake me to my core everytime.

Here's looking at you, kid.



-Kyle T. McDaniel