Carried thoughts escaping intertwined fingers.
Buried in the oceans of gold and warmth.
The dunes stretching for miles in leagues of glistening tones.
Lost memories in search for a way to survive by keeping one in such a state.
Howling echoes of yesterday marching through the gusts of winds.
Finding one’s skin pierced by such intricate particles.
The ever-growing sands of time.
Masking the deadly drought caused by reminiscing about the past or future.
Laying barren until forgotten or buried by the growing height of unknowns.
The desert of the mind, only found when the thirst of uncertainty or guilt has taken hold.
When today and now have been left to fend for their own.
Seek the springs of flowing water or become lost.