I smelled the barren desert of the world as if I was trekking through the valley of no hope, despair, and rural discomfort. Similar to the feeling is going to the war for the first time, not knowing if you come back the same man or if you come back in a body bag.
I hear the nothingness of the barren desert the silent screams of nothing. Kind of like the vast and never ending vacuum that is outer space.
I taste the fresh but still tainted air of the true real world, it’s the kind of truth so real sensation that only few ever experience.
I see heat of the desert, the invisible killer, saint death, father on fire the heat.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
I touch the hot rocks that echo the old days of when kids used to skip rocks and spend time outdoors, a distant light in a not so distant past. A discomforting echo tingling down my spine.
I feel the heat of the sun pounding my body as I trek to discover the world and myself as a video game character travels to complete his own odyssey.
I imagine the city without civilization. Just me waiting in a dust bowl of emptiness, waiting for civilization to appear around me. I only imagine how much I would long for this. How long it take. How long I’d be sane. It’s a hard time in this Desert of Sorrow.