He laid in the chains of agony suffering tolerating the hunger to move to be free to see the sun smile at him and let the wind caress his face . He longed for the rain to wash away his weariness and the sky to to let him fly towards his happiness . He wanted to be free he wanted to break the shakles of entrapment and let his soul run wild in the pastures letting his feet drink the water the grass gave . He wanted the animals to tell him how had the world had progressed in the absence of a mere admirer a mere puny part the living world who had lived for so long admist the dead.he wanted to live ,live for the inevitable future that he would see one day . he wanted to see how oblivion felt and find something in that nothing . He wanted to live to the day when he would be nothing but a passing spirit looking at how the sparks he had created had transformed into a fire . A fire so vibrant so bright that it would intensify the meaning of heat so beautiful that it will interpret a different meaning of beauty of that of life . It will not be a fire that will end lives but a fire that would make life progress make life more lively and make living a beauty in itself and make life livelier than the word life itself .
