The Brain Blog

The eternal flames has finally dimmed as I awaken from my dilatory slumber. As for all I can see is the darkness looming before me. The air itself lay heavily on me like a bag of cement. My body flooded with perspiration from the raising heat. Pounding my fists on the crate which had encased me, I felt a surge of energy raising inside of me. I wanted to be free from this long gestating torture chamber of human sacrifice. The weapon of freedom were my only fists that never stopped pounding the stiffness of the air, the battering of humidity, the pulverizing clausthrophobia - the denial of entrance that shelters me with this damnation. That train of thought beckoned me to my motion as I swift handfuls of fist pounding the cracking wood releasing a sudden obscuring light that momentarily blinded my eye. A breeze of cold air washed over my eye through the obscuring light like a mother’s love. As i gained sight, still in shackle to the surroundings, I rose to my feet and like a newborn baby, I looked at the world with envious eyes, amazed at the beauty of a world so free. As I looked down the hole beneath, that was the world of project II, a world which I had once travelled into, is now a memory of the past. And as I walk this earth freely, listening to the chirping of the birds in the sunlight, feeling the chill air of mother’s nature and adorn the surrounding greens that never seemed to die, I smiled as my journey to a better future starts anew.