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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