hated to have lived so long but one thing I never hated was
the beauty of this universe. It's beautiful, always wanted to
step into a portal and escape to another universe of the
multiverse.
Escaping was always my backup plan and I never doubted it.
Infact I did escape, not too far but I did escape my little world
in the city and came here. Now what I won't give away to go
back, get out.
I haven't bathed in 3 months, haven't changed cloths in 2 and
haven't cleaned this place in 5 months. This is what giving up
on life looks like.
I must close my eyes to make it easier for death to take over,
probably it would be easy for me too.
Just stay on the floor with eyes closed, relax the muscles,
calm the mind, give up to the darkness.
_
It's been almost an years since I came to this village, 9
months since I've been in this cabin and here I'm eating the
last few bits left of bread. It hasn't rained in a few days and
I'm running out of water. I have been crying a lot lately. I miss
my family, my friends, my life, wish someone just barg in
through that door and...no, no more expectations.
Expectations are always a bad idea.