The scariest horror bears this type, for you must finish what’s out of sight. Death is shadowed, which makes it worse, as mind, not screen, completes the curse.

The BAFTAs showed my state again, as films sometimes do, now and then. Outbursts of words may seem obscene, but movements reveal what lies unseen.

What’s long and stuff, used by all, but just the tip.

trim your nails with careful snip, or race the seas, a sailing ship. One fits your hand, one rides the sea, what am I that both can be?

Time's delicate etchings on the canvas of youth, each line a silent story, a testament to laughter, tears, and wisdom accrued.