doubtingourabilities

Not yet. Let me be still. Do not rush me - I mumble to myself. No one can hear me now, so that makes me feel at ease. My peaceful abode - the hungry world, this website of worlds. Created, manipulated, dreamt of over and over and over. 
          	Our souls are in search of something to cling unto. 
          	But what am I in search of, though?

doubtingourabilities

Not yet. Let me be still. Do not rush me - I mumble to myself. No one can hear me now, so that makes me feel at ease. My peaceful abode - the hungry world, this website of worlds. Created, manipulated, dreamt of over and over and over. 
          Our souls are in search of something to cling unto. 
          But what am I in search of, though?