in the beginning there was need that came from a void in an old soul. the need was prickly like a cactus, and petulant like a two year old leaving a candy store empty handed. it came into existence from nowhere (which is to say the void) and nowhere was a place, usually, when it was necessary for it to be place. when it wasn't a place, it was a plane of existence, at other times an abstract concept. the void was, in the beginning, perturbed. it did wonder how it was possible that it had brought forth such a creature - one so.. needy. the void being, well, empty, had nothing to give the need. the need in turn, whined and howled and cried with all the want in could master and then fell silent, much to the fleeting confusion of the void, which has quickly replaced by a quiet amusement. the need grew up a silent implosion, all passive aggressive anger and suppressed fury, and when it was just a little bit older, left, to explore the big wide that was the infinity. when it turn 23, had its feelings broken, and that was the last straw. it imploded upon itself, like a star, and became a black hole, and that was what it remained, satisfied, because that was what i was meant to have been. sitting in the middle of the universe, sucking up everything that passed by.
