It seems like life still moves and grows here on the faceless face of this digital book.
Yet here i am. I lie in my cave. Waiting for fire
that my arms wont make
Waiting to plunge in rivers. Too far
Laying in boxes.
I dream of fields, fallen asleep
and fire. Dwindled!
Time passes where i remain still
looped, i live the same day.
Darkness has me, a skeleton
and i willingly wrap myself in its cold arms
deluded but too weary to call…
wake up