No escape?

I have managed to escape again today!
It seems that he has the weekend off for some reason or other. I overheard him making plans and it sounded like he won't be back till sunday evening. Which has given me the run of the place for a while.

I have toiled for days trying to come up with a plan for escape and it seems there is none. He is my captor and sustainer inseparably. If I were to somehow evade him, or worse kill him, then my own demise would be surely imminent. This place, wherever it is, is like an unmarked grave in a thicket of woods. I would be lost forever. To endure him until I know better where I am seems like my only choice.

But I can't help think of home. I try to remember what it was like when I was last there. The war was raging. Fear, anger and darkness. Much like what I am experiencing now. But I'm sure that the Lebanese have picked up since then. I trust that they have used the tragedy to come together and realize they have none but each other. I can just see them in my mind's eye... Hezbollah supporters acknowledging they made a bad decision and handing their arms to the army, the March 14 bunch saving the "I told you so"s and pushing forward with "freedom, soverignty, independence" and Aoun, well... who knows. I am so sure that's happening all over Lebanon right now, I can feel it.