(:) -- lost in the dungeon

sunday, july 28th 2024

i feel the cold embrace of the darkness around me. i cannot even recall how or when i got here, this gloomy and damp dungeon i have grown to like. strange creatures lurk in the shadows, their muffled steps, sometimes crawling, have ended up becoming a familiar background noise. somehow, they have become almost recomforting. putrefaction shows its rotten face in every corner of this forsaken place i now call my home, infested by a myriad of eerie fungi and mould.

civilisation. a cursed word, a distant memory whose echoes still induce an unnerving vibe on my poor self. i am glad that i left it behind, good riddance! i am not an alice pining for an exit from wonderland back to society, what a ludicrous thought! i am growing into a feral wretch with a smile on my face, a wild grin on which freedom shines once the veneer of proper behaviour shatters. i am dirty, i am ragged, but above all i am happier than ever before.

life now is a good life. howling like a beast, struggling for survival, but out of reach of any societal bounds. no duties due to anyone or anything, no empty wishes that now i know they were not really mine.

only i remain.