Excitment and the Heebie jeebies

So recently, I found out that one of my favourite bloggers mysterg will be going on a long traveling expedition and has given the chance for people to guest post on his blog. So obviously, I am taking him on that opportunity. It taken me a while but I have finally finished a prose that I think is worthy as a guest post (emphasis on "think"). I just finished this and sent a request to him so hopefully, he will reply soon.
WISH ME LUCK !!

The Melancholy of a Majestic Metamorphosis

Before, I was nothing and I was nowhere; going nowhere. My body was part of this nothingness which seeped into my very core and fueled me. Soon, I felt something stir inside me, something powerful. . .an urge for more. Then, as time slowly passed, I had gained strength that acted with the urge and I started pushing, thrusting and munching my body through the darkness until. . .light.

For a while now, I have been crawling aimlessly, passing my day through green leaf by green leaf. All I have is an incredible urge to fill my black hole of a stomach. This urge is a feeling of nothingness and this nothingness is the urge to become something more.

Everyday, just as I finish feasting, I would make my routine crawling and struggling up the tallest tree; millimeter by millimeter, second by gruesome second until night falls, I reach the crown. There, on the highest point, tired and cold, I gaze longingly towards my only lover: the Moon. I know that she smiles and lights up other lonely abyss but she especially brightens my darkness.

As I grow larger so does my love for her. I want her. I want to be where she is and be able to shine as bright as she. I want to be beautiful as she is. More importantly, I want to have an importance as equal to her in this world.

Right now, I am still no one but at least I can go somewhere but that movement is meaningless and mundane. Inside me, there is a growing need and unlike before it is stronger, it demands change and not running away. I need to obtain my purpose and I need to find my happiness. This change is not only for her but also for myself. I want to be free.

I don't know how long I have to wait before something happens. All I know is time is passing outside my thinly woven prison. It is my only security amongst this forest of insecurities. But slowly, there is a change. I can feel myself changing. More into someone new. More into being me. Until, one day, this blanket is gently pulled away to reveal a blue glistering angel.

Now every night, I fly into the embrace of her beauty and bask in her light which heightens my own glittering jewels. I can finally, feel the whispering breezes and reach unknown horizons. I am happy. However, I can feel it in my core that nothing lasts forever. That slowly as I grow, I am also dying.

I am welcoming this death. As I'm slowly no longer able to fly, my ashes will go where I could never fly to. My ashes will float into the sky with my beloved. I will forever be remembered.