Walking the thin line between memories and regret. The land I tread upon, frail like a leaf that has dried; caving in, the subsidence is evident.
Every step I take pushes me nearer to death; every flimsy breath fills me with hope, to wander further ahead. The sun has mellowed down, the dunes wallowed with the chilling winds, I know I’m frowned upon.
This curse eats me away, inch by inch, day by day, and hope by hope. oases turn into mirages as stars paint the canvasses; this might be a dream. Have I closed my eyes?