Empty frames have claimed my walls,
For years past and years to come
Frames of imaginary pictures brought to life by words of authors lost and authors found;
Hollywood writers and the truths that will never be famous.
Storybook friends who free me to breathe where there is no air
And cinema ghosts who conjure wits from thin air
Wander graciously from frame to frame,
Frames that are only really empty
When there are no eyes to see them.
Artwork by: Ryan Hickox