The Theory of Everything

Thirteen years old, home

alone. 

My eyes begin to blur

Screen after screen after screen after

Click. 

I’ve found something, 

Stephen Hawking is on my screen. 

The Theory of Everything. 

I am thirteen

I am no scientist

I just like pretty movies and

pretty people. 

Sitting, fidgeting, 

Not expecting myself to 

sit through the whole thing

Until 

the credits roll, 

and I am sitting

still on the sofa, 

Fingers no longer fidgeting but

Tears rolling down my cheeks

Uncontrollable. 

Pretty movies are not just 

pretty they can strike a

Nerve 

within you, Was that always there? 

Movies, this movie, 

One about a man who I have

Nothing in common with played by a man 

Who I have nothing in common with 

was somehow able to make me 

Feel

something so deep inside myself, 

Something I did not know was there. 

I want to make 

people feel make

movies create art that can change

If not the world, then just how people 

See the world.