ECHOES

Some days, I'm the desert. I forget too soon the taste of water before having the chance to savor it. Other days, I'm the well in the desert. I give out what i need to satisfy others, and I'm unable to water the dead part of me. I forget there are parts of me that exist and there are things hidden within me. I am so used to my aloneness that quickly i erase the footprints of those that leave a mark on me to delude myself that none of it exists. Some days, I'm the well in the desert; I sometimes don't know what my purpose is or if i have one to begin with. Other days, I'm the desert; The one true knowledge I've learned from this life is that anything that is starved surely will die, and that the longer the starvation, the lesser the hunger. Lesser and Lesser, till what was longed for is eventually forgotten. Such applies to all things in existence. The buried ant beneath the soil forgets the sight of sunlight. The unattended fire forgets to become smoke. The plants not watered forgets and turn grey. The heart immersed in love forgets the feel of pain. The heart accustomed to suffering forgets pleasure. I am starting to forget too... @JoelOsinachi🌹