Thirteen years old, home

alone. 

My eyes begin to blur

Screen after screen after screen after

Click. 

I’ve found something, 

Stephen Hawking is on my screen. 

The Theory of Everything. 

I am thirteen

I am no scientist

I just like pretty movies and

pretty people. 

Sitting, fidgeting, 

Not expecting myself to 

sit through the whole thing

Until 

the credits roll, 

and I am sitting

still on the sofa, 

Fingers no longer fidgeting but

Tears rolling down my cheeks

Uncontrollable. 

Pretty movies are not just 

pretty they can strike a

Nerve 

within you, Was that always there? 

Movies, this movie, 

One about a man who I have

Nothing in common with played by a man 

Who I have nothing in common with 

was somehow able to make me 

Feel

something so deep inside myself, 

Something I did not know was there. 

I want to make 

people feel make

movies create art that can change

If not the world, then just how people 

See the world.