She found his elbow On another’s shoulder But it’s very different from herself. Both were laughing together, Sitting in the cafe. Though she felt bad, She didn’t tried to Sort out anything. Her eyes started twinkling as a star, But she held it from falling. There were only eyes, lips, bodies And a nameless love that Promised to last forever. She learnt a lesson, It’s hard to say goodbye to someone When you never want to let him go, But it’s more painful, When you know he wants to go.
_You can’t make anyone stay. The ones who want to leave, Let him go.
Let’s be together as it is without telling what hurts. Let’s not let them know, our life is in the middle of “throust of love’s” dessert. ‘Everything will be ok one day’, we can live with this bunch of word. I pray, in the next life may we both will find what we wants. Don’t stand apart, as the ground and sky can’t be together. We have to show we still care for, Hope you remember. Don’t worry, Life will pass without trusting each other. Hope, we can live a little longer.
May I hide you between the million stars. And ask my eyes not to look up. Although my heart is so innocent as it knows all your scars. You are standing so far but i know, I’m in the search of you. My heart is so heavy but how can i say, it has a empty place for you. May I steal my eyes. but not to let you go. Actually, after seeing you can’t be mine and I’m not yours too. it hurts like someone killed me by arrow andbow bow. Yes, it’s already morning of my life. And there’s no stars to make you hide.
She walks through the rain like the sad clouds shading their pain. when her feet touch the dead ground it feels like all the weeds gonna be drained. As she knows what Briengs her here. After all her heart is broken too. No one is aware of what she wants rather than a pair of shoes. She walk alone, she is all unknown. Only her beauty, people know, cause it’s the only thing she show. She is blind, out of the world. All she knows to ignore them all. She sleep under the night and under the starry sky. As she wants to lie on the lap of nature. Forever and ever.
The opening part of the film displays an avian brood parasite relying on others to raise their young. The brood parasite manipulates a host, either of the same or of another species, to raise its young as if it were its own, for example by having eggs resembling the host’s offspring. This behavior relieves the parasitic parents from the investment of rearing young. Some bird species mitigate the risk of egg loss by distributing eggs among a number of different hosts.
A film about abduction doesn’t go so well but this new sci-fi/horror hybrid “Vivarium” which is about a young couple( Jesse Eisenberg & Imogen Poots) who go property hunting but is actually cleverly abducted by the broker and is forced to raise a creepy pod person. It probably looks like this film is about a suffocating nature of marriage and parenting in the 21st century but the film proves otherwise.
“Vivarium” isnt exactly the funniest thing to watch, and not also because its super claustrophobic and very bleak at times. But to watch a pair of talented actors going through a phase of emotions in a tight space and the same day with same stuff going on, in a sub modern suburbia. Its pre-fabricated and insidious. The repetitive scenario exhausting the actors go through is very superb
Viewers are also left with a number of basic conceptual questions that are never really answered, because Tom and Gemma don’t waste much time talking their way through their problems. Is that lack of introspection supposed to mean something? It’s hard to tell, especially given how unyielding most of the movie’s dialogue is, like when Gemma wonderingly tells her child that “You’re a mystery, and I’m going to solve you.” Equally banal dialogue exchanges, like when she tells him that a dream is “all sorts of moving pictures in your mind, but no one else can see them,” also reminded me of the human sensitivity that’s often lacking from “Vivarium.” I know this movie is supposed to be about what it’s like to be sucked dry by social expectations … but does it have to be so empty, too?
Every moment in “Vivarium” is a frustrating synecdoche, since no single metaphor or image convey an idea that you probably couldn’t think up with yourself during an especially foul mood. Marriage is a prison; parenting is a scam; home ownership is a trap; and you’ll probably die alone, without a substantial legacy. Understood, but who cares? If all you can show me is what you think isn’t genuine, you leave me with zero idea about what you think authenticity looks like, or why I should care. “Vivarium” is the horror movie equivalent of Warhol’s Campbell’s soup cans: easy to reproduce, easier to forget.
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