Illusion

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I could say I’m a non suspicious kind of person. The kind that doesn’t question human behaviour, trusts a little too easily and gets hurt just as fast. I believe friendship is solely based on similarities, interests and trust.

Trust is a very fragile thing and we don’t  distribute it around to everyone. There are those select few whom we choose slowly. Sometimes we may not choose well, after all we are humans and do make a few errors.That feeling when someone betrays your trust literally sends you reeling on the floor as the illusion shatters. Then the questions begin to hound us: “How couldn’t I recognize the true intentions of this person?”,”How could i not know they are not really my friend?”,”How did this serious lapse in judgement occur on my part?”,”Am I really that stupid like they said?” and so on.

I know that feeling and those questions…

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Read Audience Transcript of the Short Film THE FAUCET

WILDsound Writing and Film Festival Review

  MOVIE POSTERTHE FAUCET, 4min, USA, Comedy
Directed by Samip Raval & Danny Klimetz

There comes a time in each man’s life when he’ll have to come face to face with creations of his own genius.

THE FAUCET Played at the WILDsound FEEDBACK Film Festival in January 2016. Here is the transcript of the audience feedback from the festival. Moderated by Matthew Toffolo.

FAUCET – Audience Feedback

MT: “The Faucet”, a comedic film and kind of a social commentary too. I’m sure we’ve gotten our hands all wet and soapy and try to rinse them off and the faucet doesn’t work and it drives you crazy. Anybody want the first comment on “The Faucet”?

Audience 1: Every time I see a touchless faucet I wonder why they ever got rid of the ones I had when I was in high school where there was a ring underneath and you would step on it…

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In the brackets of your dimples

Daydreamer

beautiful-girl-pencil-drawing-aymanMy eyes can’t stop sipping your gorgeous smiles
brewed with a glittery gloss
And a hypnotising laughter,
Am just carried away
In this silent conversation
Between my eyes and your lips
That enslave me with their grandeur.

In the brackets of your dimples
Is a tantalizing movement of your lips,
I savour at their texture,
The upper; so tender,
The lower; really exquisite,
When together, makes me avid
And when drenched, I yearn to perceive them,
I’ll still embrace them even when arid.

Can I just limp kiss you in the moonlight
Or would I get tipsy from the Scottish wine of your lips?
My tongue craves to tiptoe on their pathways,
As it searches for a honeycomb,
Till it builds a hive of kisses
Just in the brackets of your dimples

.©Teddy Temple 2016

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