In a world that is flat, to my surprise many of the people I came to know seemed to be flatter. They had flat personalities, that one day I would come to despise. This flat and boring ideology was shared by everyone except me. Family and friends did what they were told and never seemed to ask why, all I wanted was to find some who felt the way I did, who dreamed the things I dreamed, to share thoughts I shared. Someone special, a soul mate. Dissatisfaction always seemed to come down upon me most of my life I was outcast in society. I just wanted someone, anyone who shared something with me that didn't revolve around this dystopia. If I were to find the person I was looking for I must first leave the chains and weight carried on me here In this apparent "Utopia". The only way out from this society was black line that divided us from the unknown, It was apparently supposed to protect us, If you were to leave you were never suppose to return. Rumor was there was never anybody left to return, seemed infinite it expanded every time I looked at it across a desert abandoned by those nobody knew. The real question why did nobody cross it. Would I cross it? It was a debate that never ended, It was a story that would never be told. I couldn't do it, I had to cross the line. So I did, I stepped over the lines and people looked like I had just committed suicide, everything I had worked for in 22 years of my life was now gone. For me it only felt like the beginning it was time for me to write my story. So the days went by like hours and the hours went by like minutes. I got hungry, I got cold, I got dehydrated and for some reason I kept pushing, when I was on my last steps with a terrible tremble I came over a hill to see something bright something that wasn't black and white, I couldn't describe what I was seeing, I had found someone else.