Feb
27
I walkd along rivers, while they where clokd in fog.
It calld out to me, travle me,
I tried to run, but it truns out im chaind.
seatnced to life, imn an empty town.
Stuck, my feet are trapd in mud.
icy cold mud.
im never going to leave here.
the banks will me my grave.
i will spned my lfe listeing to them call .
“Fallow us, be free”
… i try but i cant im trapd
forever.
I wantd to awakend, souly so i can escap at lest im my mind.
Se other worlds.
Leave the river banks,
I can see the sun. breaken threw the fog.
The mud warms.
my chains rust off, they break.
Im dead. but i can breath.
