Immortal Thought

     His fingers were shaking in the cold despite his red gloves, the grey maroon scarf kept trying to be taken by the wind and he had to keep pulling it closer to his corduroy jacket. The young man kept his eyes fixed on the people in front of him, not caring about the cold, or grades, or parents, or teenage girl gossip, he just kept his golden green eyes fixed on the scene in front of him, his scene, his own writing, his own mind bleeding through the lenses and into his camera. It was his own creation, his own baby, he was feeding it through the bosom of his mind, he fed it the milk of creativity and this idea, this small note on a algebra II note sheet turned into a weekend of imagination and possibilities. It didn’t matter that it would get the 3 views on YouTube or the 1 like from someone he didn’t know on Facebook and probably wouldn’t get him laid, but it didn’t matter, he knew that while everyone was getting smashed, high, dumped, and at a stupid dance he would be making history with his red camcorder and his buddies that shared his passion. The young man thought of the future, about his education. He thought about the people he looked up to. He thought of the emotion that went into the screenplay. As that thought came over him he checked the script, covered with dirt and a little wet from the damp ground. This obsession was something few can admire; years of people making fun of his knowledge of film and movie quotes he was going to show them what true creation can make, what true inspiration makes, what true originality can give birth to, and finally what being different can accomplish.