"The string that tightly hugs my conscious loosens its grip and lets another force greedily latch onto me. The pull is from a home I've lived in for an eternity yet left with nothing but a faint memory. But alas, rays of light pierce through the pitch black devastating the barren land of nothingness leaving it a shell of its former self, it now teems with life. But things heal, time mends all wounds. I should make eggs for breakfast." - true story of me after stubbing my toe once