I woke up with no hesitation. I don't open my eyes since I am scared to see the outside as first as I wake up. The smell is fantastic though. I can smell the dirt that I am laying on. I can smell the stink of my body. I can smell the rot of my brain, which decays more and more when I eat the meat. I open my eyes to see the forest I layed upon. I am hungry! I am hungry! repeats over and over as if my brain speaks with me. UGH. I am hungry...Yes, I am. I grab the rotten over meat that sat upon my negligent arms. I devoured it! HAHAHAHA. wait...I don't feel full. I am still hungry. I AM STILL HUNGRY. I don't know it anymore. I've been laying here for the past 500 and 50 days. Am I still truly alive...or is this what happens after the death of self? You are kept to be delinquented by unexpected, unnecessary thoughts. Does the god of earth that "the all" talk about is so relinquished to hine's major produce.