December 20, 5027

Day-71

this is 71st day of this treacherous journey. Mark has been encouraging me to start writing about the days as he has just in case something happens to us out here.

the violent winds and cold weather isn’t helping with the fact that food is scarce. it’s just scaring all of the potential prey away.

today we saw a flock of birds migrating to a warmer place. i wish...

The door opened with a creak

Suddenly all of the forgotten memories rushed back to me

Some unwanted

I peered at all of the collected dust

This was once a lively place

A place of laughs and occasional cries

My attachment to this room was acrane

I had long been arthist to come back here

I was just too afraid of how it would make me feel

My eyes began to fill to the brim with tears

at the the ...

She is starving to be loved,

but can’t open her mouth.

She wants to live life happily with grace in her steps, but memory of past lovers linger.

They haunt her mind.

She’s starving, and refuses to open her mouth. No one even sees it.

She won’t let herself get fed.

“What if I get too attached?” she questions.

“What if I enjoy this far too much?” she asks herself.

Maybe one day she’ll open her ...

** Breathing heavily I scramble around the room to find something to cram open the door. “Tik tock tik tock,” the clock keeps repeating over and over again until I feel as if my ears are about to bleed. “Hello, Kasey,” I hear as a dark figure begins emerging from the dark and into my vision. A bright light flickers on at my left, I look over and it’s a timer with big red numbers. “5 minutes on t...