|10/23/1984(question-are these words any good?)
||[Oct. 23rd, 2014|11:11 am]
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I think I may have been born today. |
Long ago...In a place with no telescreen.
My mother says they eventually found him.
That nameless person she found in the only place of respite.
At least known to them.
It was a meeting place.
Where people went to hide
If only a short time.
Like I said they found him.
She saw it on the daily report
A regional segment where they go over the captured dissidents who dared to hide.
Luckily my mother was never found.
Otherwise I wouldn't have been born.
I'm also writing this in a secret journal.
For the lower class it's forbidden.
I guess I inherited it through the love of two strangers.
She says they said nothing
Just held each other close
Both knowing they were hiding from the same thing
The father and the mother
And so now I go to that same place.
Right now they looking for me.
It was no longer a safe place.
I was hoping for a repeat of history
Im sure they will find me soon.
Im writing this as I hide
These may be the last words I can put pen to paper
If I survive i'll start another diary.