I am here. And I am waiting. For what, I don’t know. I have stood here for as long as I can remember; transfixed by something I cannot even begin to contemplate. I have wondered about the mysteries of the universe. I have tried to dissect the very fabric of life and pull apart the threads of the conscious. And yet I have failed, and now I stand, on the corner of the streets named Time and Space.
I am here. And I am waiting. For Space to come crashing down on top of me, for the pillars which hold up the horizon to fall and the oceans to tip off the edge of the world. For the strings that hold the sky to snap and that vast blue expanse to fall, tumbling down on my head. And I am waiting for you to come.
I have waited for so long. Longer than Time herself. And still I wait. Still I look in vain to the horizon. And still I Hope. I know that so long as there is Hope, there is Light. But when all Hope is gone, Light will fade into nothing, just like everything else.
We are but a pulse of Light, a flash of Hope, and a dash of the inconceivable, everything good about the universe rolled into shape and formed and breathed life into, and we do what we will. But not me. I cannot move from this intersection of Time and Space, and only my mind may wander.