I’d fancy making a movie that had a ton of inside jokes that only my best of friends could ever understand.

I’d fancy creating fancy symbolism and drawn out metaphors or similes that you’d never figure out completely until you read my mind.

I’d make it the sort of movie that only I’d ever like, the sort of movie that puts a smile on my own face.

I’d fancy that I am my own artist and the creator of my own, well-marketed luxuries.

….

I’d fancy one day I look and see that the world is more than just me.

I’d fancy I’m speaking to a thousand ears and a million eyes.

I’d fancy I’m telling them the secrets that enriched my life.

I’d fancy I understand their endless strife.

….

One day I’d wake up and understand the people,

The people in the world who I so often ignore.

The ones who I am an artist for.

Because to live for only you and only yourself

Keeps your story on the shelf.

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