in the desert
April 6, 2017 § Leave a comment
One rolls down my cheek.
I didn’t make an effort to stop the others from following. The tears somehow quenched my soul, though it was never enough and I wanted them to keep on going. My heart was pillaged by the vultures of fate, but I didn’t want to forget. I wanted to remember the pain because it was a consequence of a happiness worth keeping. Unlike how I dealt with the others in the past, this time I was willing to walk with it. Like an old shirt I’d never bother changing out from. Like a scar from a battle that left an impression. Like that extra ear pierce I’ve always been planning. If someone finds me along the way, in that unlikely event, then I can only hope they’ll be able to accept the decrepit state I will be in. For underneath will always be the hope that I run into the same oasis. Not a kind Samaritan.