I don’t want to believe there’s others out there. I want to know the search is over. It’s crazy how none of this will matter in a month, yet I’m still holding on with all my might. Hopefully my grip will outlast my high school years.
Hopefully I’ll forget everything in the morning
Age weathers you, like rock against rock. It can sharpen you, or make you dull.
Currently writing three scripts. One for the competition. One to possibly get published. And one for the next film festival. I’m very excited.
It’s hard to look at the big picture when the whole wide world is your canvas, but keep your hold on the palette, strokes of brilliance are upon you.