This is one of those things where I had no idea what I was doing with it, or where it would end up...and this is what it is.

It's a stream of consciousness. Pretty much any time I attempt to free write anything that comes to mind, it ends up in the same direction: My fear of failing in the film world, running out of time, being old etc. I don't know why I always go there.

It reads:

"Always waiting for something

For the next day off

For this job to end

For the next big break

For the next good news

For life to begin

And we forget

That our clocks never stopped

They always kept on ticking

Even if you hated where you were at

Even if you were counting down the days

The trail gets shorter and shorter with each passing moment

Even if you stand still

The clock continues ticking.

Realizations that I’m living in the past

And always talking about the future

While missing right now

All I have is time

Everyone’s graduating college

All I have is time

They’re starting their families

All I have is time

They’re having their children

All I have is time

And my biggest fear is still being here

When the “have” turns to “had”

Time.

Sometimes I feel like I’m running out

But then I remember

That today was going to come either way

And there are no rules to this life

No set itineraries

No promises, or guarantees

This is our time

Spend it how, and in every way

You want.

Because it won’t last for ever.

I will make it in to film."

This one especially is inspired by MattConleys tumblr post:http://mattconley.tumblr.com/post/2568053665/time-is-a-funny-thing-time-is-a-very-peculiar

Although I was inspired by a lot of different things while making this, that quote haunts me. And a new earth was on my iPod on repeat while making this as well. I have the same format as Wirrows video because of it, and because crispyfuller said that the words are relatable, so instead of VO'ing it, I thought it'd be better to read it how you want.

I felt like I hadn't done some visuals in a while ^__^

It was Burns Night here yesterday, so I wanted to try cutting something to a Robert Burns poem. This is a very sweet, sad song, but when I put it to PASIV's music on the offchance, it gave the words bitter, desperate edge (no offence PASIVo, your music is not desperate and bitter!).

<3

PS: Lyrics

REmix for 1:23.933 to 2:24.000

I also used these from the public domain:

http://www.archive.org/details/1967-04-18_Peace_March
http://www.archive.org/details/ClassicT1948_7
http://www.archive.org/details/FactsAbo1975

As usual, I was working on something completely different when I stumbled across the thing I was destined to make this evening. I accidentally played David Hyde Pierce reading "Sonnet 29" over Lizzie Mackie's "Lucid Musician" and this ensued.