For the first time in my life, I wish for darkness; an ever ending pit of blinding light that pushes me further down an abyss that I can't traverse. I wish for blindness, which stretches my periphery and pushes my vision to test it's limits across shadows that refuse to play alone on walls and empty grounds. I wish to be swept aside into the unknown and be asked to make sense of the wavering silhouettes that my hands make against the surface. I want my body to mask itself into a star; with fury that can burn galaxies and brightness that can blind you sightless. If my life was a constellation, each day would mark itself as a network of unconnected destinations, making shapes when I try to put them together.