I woke up in a strange lands, at least strange to me. I awoke this morning with the sun beating down on my flesh, it was warm, it felt unnatural to me. Strange for some reason, I could not push this nagging thought that something was odd about this simple accomplishment. My mind which was trying to take in my surroundings, the dunes of sand and the winds that had long since removed the path that I had travelled. I reflected on this, the path that I travelled to get to these remote distances. Some part of me was not there with me, how can you not feel complete. Like some part of you is not a part of you, is away from you. This again was very odd. Then when I tried to reflect upon what was the norm in my mind, all I found was ............nothing, a void.
I heard the noises of jugglers and shouts of kids urging them on, far far away but enough to start to draw me towards where the winds played with my mind. My throat parched for something, water? that didn't seem quite right but it is all that I could do to remember how to create water. I saw the birds circling, hoping I am sure that I would be their next prey. However dissappointing them and almost mocking their eyes, did they note a small trickle of water start to appear, then enough for a small spring. Enough that I could fall to my knees, splash my face and take a long only partially refreshing taste of the pure cleansing water. When I had drunk my fill, I got up on my weakened legs and begun the week long journey.
By the end of it, I did not know if I was coming and going, some waif from the street gave me their only bread ration for the day, feeling I was in worse condition then them, Imagine that if you will.
I stared up at the sun, and tried to remember what it is in me, that I must do.
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