desolation

a few days ago me and an accomplice went to the new favourite-drag-strip-for-the-bengs-and-lians. we went further in and boldly trod where no man had gone before, all in the name of photography.

i was wrong

so wrong

the accomplice

nice shorts

it was a different world inside

nice legs, bitch

sorry, i just couldn't help it

we were promptly assaulted by more special forces mosquitoes than we could count, hence the quick getaway. afterward we found twenty bite marks each. on each calf. that was the one place yim claimed you could slap at one mozzie and kill two.

"hello, bucket."
"piss off, human."

then we headed elsewhere in the same area. those trucks kicked up a sandstorm en route.

a sand bank. literally.

soft and warm sand betwixt my toes
this place was huge

that truck looked microscopic

private race track for the trucks

a tree

same tree

then i came across a mimosa garden. see those spikes on the stem? they were happy where they were, as was i.

very soon they attacked me and we were all extremely unhappy. see those white rings around my ankle? they ain't sand.

took me a good fifteen minutes to get rid of them all

plus time for a tobacco hit

fallout

my, my. aren't you a hardy one.

we took stock of our predicament

dark clouds were closing

so we made a hasty exit

parting shot

this is my life, it's not what it was before
all these feelings i've shared
and these are my dreams, that i've never lived before
somebody shake me cause i, i must be sleeping

these are my words, that i've never said before
i think i'm doing okay
and this is the smile, that i've never shown before
somebody shake me cause i, i must be sleeping

now that we're here, so far away
all the struggle we thought was in vain
all the mistakes, one life contained
they all finally start to go away

and now that we're here, it's so far away
and i feel like i can face the day
i can forgive, i'm not ashamed
to be the person that i am today