The Fisherman - Shot on Super 8 film

"Me and my friends we go down to the water. We talk about getting older. We’re folding to the ocean. Stitch up my chest, cast my heart in a bottle. My body will walk up the shore till he finds it. I miss the warmth crawling up inside my skin. Looking at the sun, the pieces fall into place– this cityscape– I gotta burst out. The fisherman feels a pulse on his line, reels in my heart like a call to the sky. But, he throws it for my own good. A god among men gives the task to the waves, left me a chance to learn from mistakes and be honest. Be honest. My feet are in the sand and my head's in the sky, but my heart's in the water as I justify the earth, the wind, the waves all to collide. I salute to the fisherman, built an ark with my bare hands– said I’m done pitying my scars, set sail for my human heart. I salute to the fisherman, built an ark with my bare hands– said I’m done pitying my scars– can’t live as a human heartless." - The Fisherman

Video shot on Super 8 film