Why my hands shake? Why my pulses are racing? Why my
eyes want to cry? Why my heart aches?
I wish I knew. Maybe I know. Maybe I'm confused.
What's certain in life? Death. Probably.
What else? Family? No. Friends? No.
I don't know. I haven't felt the warmth of either in a while.
I'm just waiting to die. I don't know if I'm going to like it once
we come face to face but I'm waiting and that too eagerly.
It's been 8 months and I'm still trapped inside this small
cabin. Water is not a problem but food is almost over.
Rainfall is good in the area so so I just stick my hand through
the bars of the window and fill a couple of containers from
water flowing through the roof pipe every time.
There's still some fruits laying here and there I don't think I
want to eat anymore. Is there still a chance I can be rescued?