There’s this movie I watched as a child. It's deeply sad and the themes are heavy, but an eight year old with a bag of liquorice wouldn’t be the wiser. After that day in the theater it became my favorite movie. I still watch it from time to time and even as the tears begin to fall something about it makes me feel whole. I think that's because I resonate so deeply with the two main characters.I was different after that movie, I felt it in my little soul that I could be something as long as I had the ability to create and keep my mind wide open. As I sit here with my back towards the sun I grieve all the dreams and what ifs that never made it. I failed myself. This winding black tunnel seemed to have no end. Only one scene comes to mind right now. Maybe it's the amount of emotion pouring from him as he squeezes the tubes of paint into the creek. Or maybe it's the satisfaction the blend of colors brings. Whatever it may be, I choose to do the same. I squeeze the tubes until there is nothing left, not even a drop of blood in my veins.