on an unfortunate day, an unfortunate storm blew away
everything.
The tree outside fell right before the cabin door blocking it
and there's no other way to get out.
First few days were just a joke for me, I was sure I'll be out of
here in no time without much struggle and decided to take a
break from travelling outside, taking a bath with the ducks
and watering the plants around the farm and just ate and
dance to my favourite songs on my iPod, sometimes looked
out the window to see if anybody was passing by. The fun
part of staying in worn off soon. This tiny room started
weighing me down within first week after the storm.
Now I hate this place. I don't want to suffer but I don't want
give up either.
My mobile went dead within a day and electricity has been
off since the storm.
There's no way, no way out. I'm going to be trapped here till
death which is not far.
Eleven months since talking to any of my friends or family
and eight months in this hole made me realise the value of
life I had, the life I resented most of the time.