(This was inspired by a line from Haus_of_Glitch's Parable of the Sad Soul~ "Sometimes we have to be who we are NOT, in order to fully become who we were truly MEANT TO BE." Thanks Jeremy.)

I am filled with a longing. With an intangible yearning. An untouchable ache. A lovely bittersweet idea that the "more" I'm searching for will soon be mine.

I'm praying that my guiding star doesn't supernova and suck my heart into a black hole. Will I be strong enough to face that singularity? Will I be "me" enough to not change? To not twist and turn and pull and bend to fit some shape that is not my own?

I am longing for actuality. Longing to wake up and find that my dream has awakened with me and within me. Longing for the day when I don't need that star to guide me I already know the way. Longing for the day when I don't need that star to guide me because the star is inside me.

Because I am Already Here.