Day 23

I used to see darkness when I woke
It was so lonely
I began to dig
Took so long
My hands are bloodied and mangled but now
Now I see stars
I see animals

I stumble through the woods where they buried me
My legs are less than I remember
I am less than I remember yet so much more
So much stronger

I caught a hiker
Like catching a fish on land
He was so fragile
Now we are friends
He tells me he is becoming less than he remembers

We search for more friends