My days of my life seem... shattered and broken... I lay among thus dirt as my flesh begins to rot... I have thus been burned by thus fires of unseen eyes...
How many dreams rest beyond mine fortitude? None that I can see... Truley is thus a sad state, is there any a caring soul within this damn world? No, there isn't... Bothersome...
It seems I have been welcomed in by the caring of an old soul. As I type thus entry, I am being cooked oatmeal... Such I have never enjoyed oatmeal until now....
I am too hungery and tired to type. As such, I must gather my energies in order to continue thus journey of mine...
Such pain and agony is thusly unearthed today, as the evil I have endured continues... My feeble body has given out from stavation, I sense my life force fading... I perhaps should have taken the city path, unearthen roads are mostly dangerous and should not be explored alone...
I have but one measly peice of fish yet to eat, thusly I wonder if it should be saved or eaten...
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