found while packing up my room

I wish there was a way
I could prove to you I'm real
Some way to do something big or something small
Until you can see me
It's not a simple thing
Leaving a trail when you run
So close to the light
Eyes opening all the way
Almost there in your mind
My vision is yours
Just once

-2008

job ----- check
place to live ------ half check
new approach for final draft of freed men ------ check

looking alright for now, stabilizing

but come august
shit is going down

Stuck in this room

This room is a prison and since I'm desperately looking for a job I'm stuck here. It's not good what it does to my head. For example: I start doubting my newest version of Freed Men. I got some people interested in representing it and me as well. They like it. I liked it. I did as much as I could do it and now I don't know if it's good enough. If the script does get bought and does miraculously get made, I don't want my name on something associated with a whole era in american history that isn't as good as it possibly can be. Right now it's an action film. But should it be? Or should it be a drama? I don't know. This room is bad for me right now. I'm moving out soon (if i have the money to). It's make or break right now.