i called for help

my thoughts

i lied down in the cold dark room, with no sound of life, no food, water and hope. the only thing that kept me alive is the will to live, the will to stand up even when i was alone.

i didn't want to die alone. i didn't want to die in a room where ,at least, no one knew that i was here. i was sick of it, so sick that it strangled me, cutting me out from the world and making me die in misery.

it was awkward , i know.

it was awkward for me that i'm in the room, alone and lonely. Strange to hear nothing but silence, not even the crickets were heard nor even the voice of living creatures. Strange that it was so dark, not even a single ray of light was visible. 

i grieved. i cried for help, shouted, screamed, lamented....................

............. but there was no reply...

what i'm saying is the middle of my mysterious journey.

 for i shall began my story.