Skin is cracked, dry , dying of thirst.
Thirst for water, thirst for relief.
Relief from the pain of being.
Being is hard..harder than unbeing.
Aching for that moment, a moment of clarity.
Clarity, that moment when clouds dissipate and stars shine.
Shine into your eyes like a story unfolding in your mind .
The story of when you were a child and didn’t need to remember being happy.
Because happiness was all you knew.
Skin is cracked, dry, dying of thirst.
Dying for just a memory of happiness.