Inspiration

My mom always wanted me to be into acting
Just like my sister was.
But I don’t want to do that.
I want to be behind the scenes.
I don’t want to be known,
And I don’t want to be in sweltering lights of Hollywood.
I want to take my love of photography,
And my love of writing,
And I want to make films.
Films that are bright and lively,
But still dark and mysterious enough to make you think.
I want to inspire someone,
But I don’t want them to know my name.
I want them to stumble across my tumblr one day,
And find my photographs,
And I want them to love them and save them to their computer,
And maybe even print them out to put on their walls.
I want to inspire someone,
But I don’t want to be super famous with everyone.
Because I hate mainstream things.
I want someone to read my stories,
And maybe I want to publish them someday,
So someone can pick it up and pass it on to their children,
Hoping that they love it as much as they did.
I want to take my love of photography
And my lack of better words during writing,
And I want to make films,
So I can get out what I want to say
Without stumbling over words and just use actions and dialogue.
Because I know what I want the characters to do,
I just don’t know how to word it.
I want to get into dystopian things,
And I want to add a dash of mystery,
A hint of romance,
And a splash of comedy,
And make it into a cake that you will want to gobble up
But also make you want to savor every last crumb slowly.
But you know you can’t have your cake
And eat it too,
Right?
I want to be a chef, a writer, a photographer, a film-maker.
But I don’t want to be a psychologist.
And I don’t want to be a doctor.
Because I never wanted to fix people.
I just want to inspire them to fix themselves.