I pledge to my soul I will now breathe again with the air filled with aesthetic books smelled with nostalgic memories. I swore to mourn and to remember that I'm once a little light unconsciously knowing floating in space with the gases that I was with. I shall remember it once again. I shall taste the bitter-sweet victory of exhaling my fabricated life. It shall not be a curse or a blessing. It shall be a quest to treasure all of my memories drained and washed upon the ocean.