fdelano Posted May 20, 2014 Share Posted May 20, 2014 Out in the mental desert I face desolation, without features, no green, nothing for comfort except continued breath. Can I cross it? I don't even know if I want to. Why take the chance and wind up exactly where I am, already? Dry. Dried out. Sere. Standing on endless empty, flat, ancient land without hope of even a hint of growth. My toes clinch sand, trying to find coolness underneath crusty grit, knowing no way forward or back to any hope. The sun finds me. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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