Is a desert not the natural world giving shape to my insides ?
Are we not shiny metal balls sitting in a desert of sand
The winds whisper among the dunes Hating the fears I fear every day
Sunlight bounces of my chromatic exterior is it not spiteful I ache with the pain of light with its rude sprint
It’s honesty is illuminating yet harsh hating my outer reflection with no regrets
I wonder if the ball has ever moved from the spot it sits the peaceful eye of a splintered sand storm sent to keep the blasphemy of the ball at secluded from the world . I see this and I want to ask the ball more than any thing is it cowardly to protect ur self in the heresy that saved you and raised you up from the depths is it cowardly to no longer wish to toil for your peace to have no desire to roll on through the landscape for enternity offering ur suffering up to the sand .
Would my suffering even by my own completly or will others see my gleam and simply use a mirror to illuminate what they desire?
Did you polished orb get left here abandoned or have you always been alone .
Do you truly control what u say or will do when you’ve always needed a push to roll
will their always be apart of you that’s no longer yours a slight kick by the immature diety that left u here
If you ever some day try to find a reprieve and are blessed with an oasis will you float or sink in the sink in the water or will you be like everything stuck in between bobbing near the surface part of neither realm completly
Will the peace of the oasis rust your exterior ? Am I truly a person or are you truly bouyant
It doesn’t matter be as you wish no one will truly see the truth
Oh hollow orb if pressed I you down to the bottom embracing you in the cold water would you steam would you like it
Will being drowned finally feel like protection
how long till this place dries up ?
The waters of unease without doubt
The waters of happiness without elevation
If I weighed you down with rope and boulder would you tug at your leash to gasp for air no matter how futile
I pray someday The oasis is your forced reprieve for I am tired of the deserts heat and openess I am tired of the rude sprints of sun light let us hope that one day we may be submerged and struggle in paradise rather than purgatory
