I have little time to write tonight as my curfew approaches at 11:30 pm. I am nearly brought to tears sitting here thinking back to the events of this day. My tired feet ran the streets of Universal Studios living the films I have grown to adore, those I had never seen, and ones I had formerly never cared for. I do not know how many will believe this, but I truly questioned what binds us in reality so many times today. The mind is a tool that is far more powerful than any creation it will create in the endless years that follow my short time here. Creativity and imagination lifted me through the air and beyond my own skin to something more. I became apart of another’s hopes, dreams, and wanderings. I have felt intimately imaginative in a way I have not felt in years. Childhood should not and cannot be the end. We must always believe in the magic of this world. 

•  2 July 2012  •  3 notes