Heavy

The sand tugged at my feet. Heavy, it was, surely a detriment to my walking.

Walked I did. I kept going forward. What other way was there to go? I couldn't navigate by the sun, and even if I could, there wouldn't be a point to it anyway. I was lost, completely lost. Alone, with a pantheon of never ending sand around me, I kept walking onwards, with the hope of eventually bumping into something.

This desert was quite literally a desert. There weren't even the remains that you would find in movies. Apparently they're spaced apart much further than you would be led to believe. But that is okay. I don't expect to find anything here.

It is terribly boring though. Hell upon hell of my own, a heat distraught, a light, too bright, and a body, thirsty and weary.

I don't know all this though. That is the feeling I always get soon after I wake up (unless I have a dream, but that's more an anomaly). That feeling, that sick feeling I get which discourages me. And sometimes, it lingers for the rest of the day.

I compare it to life, and how I walk through it. I watch at what happens around me.

And sometimes I think, the nightmare isn't so much of a nightmare anymore.