Ve Lo Hat'Ed

Earthlings rhyme with weaklings. As I detest to be of one, I delude to be one.

In this secluded area where there were none to explore other than individuals lacking of basic capacities, I am stuck in a continuous pursuit of guesses not even close to factual values. Though I know for a fact, that there is something beyond this place. Something real.

A place where mundane life is not a repetitive scene of death and revenge.

No, I shall not resort to vengeance. I shall not shed blood. I shall only feel the emotion they call pitiful. I shall only wane for not getting what I want. I shall only speak ill but never resort to violence. I shall only look up with a moving day and night. I shall only feel helpless in a midst of many adversaries. I shall hear my heartbeat for the first time, my knees will cower in fear; my ears will be swayed with varied allures. In many ways possible, my mouth will gasp for air and I shall no more be a facade.

I shall feel real things.

I shall be a human.

I shall see for myself what world is beyond my cage.