Testament of Sand

Beige-white heat blisters his brow until sweat pours masking his face protecting his vision – cooling without a breeze. His calloused feet burn with resistance to indiscriminate grains of settling sand filling his footprint from his labored stride. White and green linen draped casually around his heated torso tugs and shifts from his movement. Blurred by the endless desert dunes warped in mirage, he searches this place with little room for the living. Following a dead man’s journey to cast hope amidst an apocalypse in time and space he clamors with all that is within his will straining to find the direction that provides life. It is a detour taken by youth. The inertia of the age-old quest to boldly find the efficacy of one’s soul while fearlessly striking the citadels of this desert dominion to declare “I am the seed of my own existence “–