The gusts of air coming from the desert had proclaimed my
futures. They were as desolate as I had foreseen. - no surprises there – I
muttered. – what if I can’t escape this penitence? – i muttered again, afraid
of being heard only to realize that I was completely alone in this sea of sand
and its silence was as overbearing as being in the middle of a angry mob or a trial from
my peers.
Stumbled footprints were erased behind me as fast as the
sweat accumulated on my brow. I tried to gather my bearings but the unmerciful
heat had me doubting my navigating skills. The curse of knowing better had no
weight here, not a single plan or carefully logical clairvoyance would make a
difference now. It’s just me and nature, battling out on the millennial stage
of survival and by the looks of it, the scale was not tipped in my favour.
The gusts of air were again singing their lullabies and enticing
me to further stray from my path even though deep inside I knew that these
songs were nothing more than a mirage. And there I was, stumbling towards these
dreams regardless of every inch of me saying otherwise.
