The Desert
The sand. The dark, yellow sand. I see the desert under my feet... and I see the desert even more in the horizon. That emptiness consumes me; becomes me. That dark yellow landscape.
My ragged clothes. My long dirty beard. My headaches. My tired eyes. I look straight through the mirage, wondering if I could see my reflection in this false water... All I see is the sand. The dark, yellow sand. Where I meet my memories and regrets. My fears. My thirst. My anguish. My long mourned dreams. My rage, o my rage. The rage I, more than ever want… need to share with someone… my perfect someone; but all I have is this… dark and yellow friend. I fall down to my knees. I cry. I pray. I sleep. I dream. I wake up to find my prayers getting answered, whispered by the wind. I hear my name. They're calling out for me… "Redeem me... I repent", I cried…and then...
it rained.
