I feel myself growing closer, but I am not there yet. No, not there yet. I need to be somewhere big. substantial. I need the world to pulsate before me and spill it's blood on my feet, begging me to curl up inside of it. Somewhere, in all the energy masses and chaotic atoms that float around in the world, there is a small hole waiting for me to become solidified. Waiting for me to shine my own light, with my own unique shades of color and hue and lightness/darkness. The world is waiting for me, but I am waiting on the world. One Day.