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Many paths with no clear direction of which one reaches stronger. I can hear one calling harmoniously. I can see one shine beautilfy. I can feel one move gracefully.
Glass, Glass, Glass, It echoed in her mind, as she could just never find the time, To try go and make that climb.
i didn't start this year at a park late at night, shouting rebellion and revolution, not this time. no, i started this year in an illegal 2002 honda civic without brakes, skidding through red lights & stop signs in downtown portland.
All my life I wanted Nothing more than to Interact with Many people of the world And to Tell unheard stories Interlaced with Ones essence and Necessities of life
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I wake up to the sun rays filtering through my bamboo screens. I pause, drenched in the warm honey glow of an almost summer morning. I crawl, scramble in a generally awkward fashion,
At 6am, I'm miserable. Time to get out of bed, move my behind, Clock in for $7.25 at the daily grind, Eight hours for this is fucking criminal. At noon, I'm finally awake.
I want to be an artist, but that means I won't earn money. I want to be an animator,
Animation has been such a beautiful concept for many years. From 2D, to 3D, it has always brought joy and tears. So if you ask me, I must say, That animation for me has always been the way.
I have this desire, this dream, And it's completely overwhelming me. The passion I feel, I know this could all be real,
"Does the wind still rise?" stories told won't be forgotten kids running and the sun setting tell me these don't mean something can i tell you a story that you will clutch and carry and never let go
Dreams come true If I’m willing to reach them My future will be blue If I do nothing to complete them Everything can change By doing things that I enjoy By looking at what I can do
How many steps will it take for me to get there? How many hours in a day, a week, will I waste? A path full of competitors and deceivers All trying to get to the same place
Trap in the black, warp in the dark. A world bathed in gray and black, its tearing me apart. My mind is concealed afraid to reveal. Inside me all, my difference is what I seal.
Cartoons play on the screens The master minds behind the scenes Is who I will achive to be.
How do you see a voice? Is it sharp and smooth? Is it distiguished and elegant? Is it happy and full of hope perhaps? Does it have brown skin? Peach skin? Skin covered in freckles?
just keep swimming just keep swimming swimming swimming swimming marlin and dory two idealized fish from the sea from one of the most popular animated films this world has ever seen
From when children of the 90's are exposed to the world of fantasy, With wild imagination and creativity that sores beyond a lie. That first glance we believe we could fly,