It's lonely here. The darkness flung itself upon us sometime last week. I can't remember the day. I can't remember any days anymore. Spending the next month in perpetual nighttime will wear thin on me. Romo is getting restless. He perks up at any sound, hoping that at least one more of his five fathers will return. But they don't don't. We. Are. Alone. We long for the days of old, with friends and those we loved. It's only us now.
We killed a squirrel yesterday. The only morsel of protein we've had in weeks. Our rice supply is running low and I don't know how much longer it will last. I don't know how much longer I will last.
This may be the last time I write anything for a very long time. I wish you all safe travels, and know that I wish I was there.
As for me, I will carry on like I have for so many months before.
1 comment:
keep calm and carry on. zach, of any of the t-hass members i must say that you have the best chances of surviving these terrible conditions. you are missed greatly.
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