Colors.

I want characters.
Muses.
I want to immerse myself in every stranger as though they were part of me.
The missing part.
I will become like you, for a moment.
Obessessed with your essence and when I have seen you, your weakness,
I will have no further use.
Your character will be mine to recall from memory.
You have worn out your welcome here for I know what you will say and do.
Worry not for I will make you immortal.
Forget not those who make you great.
Everyone who touches you molds and forms your entity.
Coloring it slightly here and there.
Meshing in with your own substance irreversibly.
So go... light out on the horizon with an open heart, an open mind.
Take those things that are not yours and make them your own.
Become a morbidly beautiful frankenstien of ideas and thoughts and feelings.
Take care not to become comfortable, stunted in your growth.
Room is required to grow... new life is vital to your existance.
Movement is the key, stagnancy is certain death.