a human boy, just say the name

its to hard to write something with someone watching, i feel like my process should be something special, when its really not.i dont wanna feel like im trying to or not trying to impress someone, so i scraped it. its weird to edit erase and create with breath near your shoulder, when your used to doing it with barely the moon to keep you company.

school started, its weird to say that. It was just snow, but it got me out of school for a few days. as in this is my first day of school since monday.i saw never ending story today with the people who shout jello, It's a great movie, i wonder what other people think of when they watch movies like that,i instantly related myself to the boy, maybe everyone does that, maybe not. i sometimes wish i had people telling me to get my head out of the clouds, that would mean im at least dreaming.and you cant achieve to much without at least day dreaming of it, The bird doesnt simply fall out of the nest and begin to fly, he see's his mother fly off everyday. So swift and graceful is his mother, children and adults alike look up in marvling jelousy at the birds flight.He hopes and dreams to one day be able to fly out of his nest, and streth his own wings on the shy blue sky.

its really quite beautiful to think, To think we're all involved in a grand, never ending story. That we are somehow the unlikely hero in some universe all our own, but completely foreign. To be needed and hoped upon, Believed in to do things great enough to be written down by the sages of time, on their tablets of eternity.This might be looking a bit far into things, over dramatic.But regardless of whether or not that is the case, lame graphics and effects aside. It was a wonderfull movie. one that i wish i would have watched when i was younger, but i turned out ok regardless.

thank your for showing me the movie and the band

down to puget sound
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