these places I have been, these poeple I have seen, these winds I have felt, these sounds I have witnessed – have all gone.
I have not found my fondness in these places so plain…the desert is cold at night and warm at day – they are empty and the storms know no mercy when they find an intruder.
people have said things to me, that are today the facts that bind my life to existance and construct this man.
these directions i wrote down in the sands are fading fast, the signs in the desert are disappearing, the desert is ruthless and he is cruel to me.
I am tortured and I am battered into a state of perhaps submission. I can run, follow the signs from my master – move from nowhere to closer, follow the sign posts in the desert…
Each day I follow the sign posts in the desert.