HEART

I stopped my he
art

slowly the sands of the Electric Desert covered me
it was like drowning
I raised my arms
hoping to bre
athe through my finger tips
but oxygen was flying away
far
far
far
I was travelling

there was a land of yellow grass and dead flowers
de
ad butterflies
de
ad mice
de
ad ducks
and de
ad rabbits
“I must be de
ad too!” I told myself

I saw a house
it had no windows no door no entry of any kind
I looked at it for a long time
it seems that after a while I fell asleep
there were the strangest cre
atures in my dre
ams
horrible dragon-cats jumping on my back
and eel phones that wanted to strangle me
“I am alre
ady de
ad!” I told them

when I woke up, I was at home
in my beloved desert
my he
art was singing
still
you were no where in sight
Jamahara

::: ::: :::

[Picture: Ile by reading_is_dangerous]