wama

29.01.08

a snakey wormy thing with a head like a monkey mocks us. Inhale, a heavy wind pulls us. Exhale, smoke and ash covers us. I ride a camel. But we are not riding now. We sit still on a desert moving like the ocean tossing us slowly, steadily we drift towards the peak of the dune and slide back down. Sand in my eyes and mouth. Breathe deeply and begin again.

posted by la kara @ 06:09