I’ve been trapped for longer than I can remember. Living off the basics I could find. A steady job. A happy home. I have my routine. Each day is the same- wake up, breakfast, work, talk, dinner, bed. Rinse, repeat, repeat, repeat. But something sinister lurks around every corner. And I’m getting to a point where I very soon may die. Or this version of me, at least.

You see, I am hungry. Starving, even, for true sustenance. Some thing that will fill me with light and meaning. Something to break me out of theirs Hunter-gatherer cycle. I need to feel alive again.

One day. I’m surviving for now. But one day I will thrive.