parched

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

 

 

sometimes the nomad is recalled acutely to his desert, for the moment kept living, empty of what he always seeks to be holding, no rains no clouds no ocean, heartbeat running solo so long even breathing becomes tedium. a breeze of joy at your smile spanning wider, wish i could be the shoulder your head leaned on in all your moments it ponders, but distance and life are two of my most well-known enemies, keeping apart the beloved that make up what is 'me'. the contradictions between what life brings and what i try to be, like an astronaut looking for soil to land on but only finding craters, slipping down the slopes, nothing to grip because its dirt is alien and lifeless to my senses, thought i'd defined love, only to have the inexperienced drain it senseless. if it's not understood, it can't be explained, how it has no limits, rather encompasses of worth every atom and frame, but until, i suppose, life teaches its lessons, the uninitiated perceive it entranced by the material, and poof, it's meaning from their fingers escapes. but, even as meaning may be lost, i...persist, remaining, in a weather i've hated to exist in, but as always i mention, that was not my decision, rather it is His.