Nearby horizons inscribed on celluloid projected in the broad shadows

 What's left... the feet. Alone... without paths. Showing empty old shoes. Street edges. Do you believe? Serene voice. Voice funds at the edge of bets on the relationship as a lifelong investment with guaranteed profits for the heart. Your earnings open doors open horizons to love. Your sides writing impossible letters keep you right until dawn. Nearby horizons inscribed on celluloid projected in the broad shadows of the rooms where agitated movements of silent breath are whispered.