The Thirst

It feels like I’m lost in a desert.

My throat is parched and every muscle aches, but I have yet to move. 

Even in the calm, almost lifeless desert, everything seems to be moving but me. 

I am a pillar, an illusion of the worst kind. 

The one that seems right, but then is wrong.

The sand that blows in the wind, only stings for a little bit

And it’s like I’m alive

But only for a little awhile

I forget to move

How to move

And it’s almost like I’m not there

Only to realize I’ve become calcified.

I am thirsty

My mouth feels dry

I am not that glass of water. 

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