making an attempt to find the right beat, the right pace. a gut instinct within the loose footage.
it's disappearing into the static.
flush with fever, and laden with calculated intent, a finger registers the proper rhythm to it all.
a moment of clarity in a jumble of frayed ends.
synced up, sprockets wound.
we are ready for for a true representation; this is the director's cut.
celebrate your achievements and accomplishments. tomorrow, begin the manifestation of new dreams.