Friday, August 26, 2005

Inaudible

Sometimes it feels like I'm headed down a one-way street. Driven only by my own engine, its mechanical purring sending long echoes across the meandering faceless alleys.

The only sound in the emptiness, swaddled in the ferocity of a piercing noonday sun. I am hot, I am dying of thirst. And I am alone.

Just when I thought that two could walk that path together, the path narrows and plays for a little more time with my weary wheels.

Nothing in sight, not even in the snaking distance.

Nothing. Not even a mirage


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