A vulture hovered overhead, casting animated shadows on the sand. The vulture has been there from the first time I set my foot on the loose grains of earth.
As I continue walking, the vulture never ceases to lure. I almost believe that this ave is my guardian angel - angel disguised in in the ugliest skin, bald and yet the thick black feather never fails to mystify me.
Angel of life?
Or . . . .
Angel of death?
The latter would be more acceptable and appealing. Death has become me. Death has been lurking in my shadows under the heat of the sun, even in the cold mist of the night.
It is waiting.
I know it is.
Waiting for me to open my arms and feel its presence. To embrace it, wholeheartedly.
If the desert has been my home, death is my mother.
The frailty of my body and mind has been complimented by the lifeless desert I'm in.
How can you continue to live if there's no life.
Nevertheless, I never loose the courage to traverse the almost never-ending desert - as infinite as the mounds of sand may be, I will never give up . . . . . .not yet to give up.
My feet turned callous . . . my skin burnt . . . . . my vision blured . . . . . .
There's no point of turning back.
There's no way to turn back . . . .
The Oasis is near.
I could feel it. . . . . .
It haunted my dreams for a long time as I sleep bare on the sand, unshielded from the cruelty of the piercing winds.
That is all I am hoping . . . . . for
Or else . . . . . .
I'll just have myself be devoured by the vultures . . . . . by death . . . .
But I am not yet to give up
Not now . . .
Not now that I feel that the Oasis is near . . .
Not now . . .
posted by Mulch @ 3:49 AM
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