verge of the hypothetical

this constant state of change and rebirth brings to my senses a hope for gain. no matter how many times a hand is laid on the casino floor, one's luck is bound to change. currently i am embodied by the blue haired women putting the last of her laundry money into a slot machine, and with one final, strength exerting pull, a life is change unalterably. i am on the verge of the hypothetical promised land, and although the desert has waxed long, it has been worth the vast journey. draw a smile to your lips and let out an eruption of laughter if you so choose, my dreams are here. i have discovered life is elsewhere, my wanderings incomplete, but my hunger diminished, curiosity is what keeps my feet leading one another. a year from now i will have reached the coasts, laughed at the ocean's vastness, knowing i have conquered all within it's borders, and more importantly, have slayed the giants ripping through my skin. have your doubts, before your shaking words would lead to a path of dismay and darkness, now, with the light upon my face, i shall watch it pierce your skin and swallow you completely. i have been set on fire, lacking a remedy, i have decided to burn out in the open. i will either die a martyr or be cleansed as a newborn. i will let time tell, the open road lead, and the oceans shake before me. i am a new man. i am a free man. i will never remember, for i will never forget. this plague ends today.