Forgotten home part 1It has been sometime since i have been able to write in my journal. The darkness in this place make it impossible to put ink to paper. It has been more uncomfortable than i had first imagined tredging through these forgotten mines. What is it were in search of I’m not sure. I follow the group faithfully. I hope something to eat comes soon, I’m afraid starvation might slow my mind. But here i am trying to sleep in this uncomfortable cell, I will tell you of how our story is unfolding. Hopefully sleep will come if i pour my words onto the paper, out of my mind. I believe the last time i made an entry we were still traveling through the highway towards the forgotten home.