diogeknees24

You are in the desert And there is nothing you would like more than water You are crawling, on your hands and knees and the pain is so great that You are dying You know that You will be dead soon But the dying is worse than being dead, because you have not lost the ability to feel the ache It is like scraping an empty bowl, the hollow sound of it a stabbing pain in your stomach Empty, that is the desert. You come upon a fruit, maybe a pool This source is blue, so blue you know it is not water But you are so thirsty, if it fills it will fill you And you are still dying But the ache is not so clear nor so persistent But perhaps, you think, that all the people around you in the desert who are also dying, have found something better, or they have found a way to live with the ache. And occasionally, you feel as if everyone else has a well, a fresh rain cloud and a tap in their homes on the ocean and maybe you are the only one in the desert So you settle for the blue fruit And the blue fruit is killing you faster But is the acheless death preferable to the hollow stomach of living?