The Feel of a pencil was unusual to the touch after such a long time, but strangely felt familiar. The mind raced thinking of things to soil the paper with, settling on something from my past I began hoping that the distant memories would be sparked and that my skills would return with them.
Now looking out of my window I realise I cannot leave this place, this website until I am finished.
A shiver runs down my spine as memories are triggered by my predicament of my solitary confinement in the womb, return...