From the depths of the once, endless pits of my mind, I had emerged outside.
I saw everything now.
I saw all the dots that were numbered behind me.
I saw the line that were drawn across them.
We fall only to rise again.
Now I stood on the very ground that I was once burried under.
Suffocated by decisions and consequences.
But now the shackles that held me against my will were nowhere.
They sensed the change in me, I think.
I see the path ahead so clearly and so consistently.
I envision myself in the world I wish to be in.
A world that I create.
My thoughts provides the framework for how the universe shapes my life.
My name will not be lost to time.
I will continue to exist long after I am gone.