Walking through the desert
There I was, a man lost in the middle of the desert. Alone, unable to share the pain and sadness with anyone else. Each step hurt, hot sand burned more and more as days passed over. When did it start? When did the green, fertile and vegetated soil had became inert hot sand? I tried my best, but I wasn't able to remember, to identify the exact moment and yet, there I was. The sand became hotter with days and so did the Sun, burning my skin and going deeper, reaching my soul, my soul was slowly burning, my soul ached. The former cool breeze turned into an irregular flaming dust whip, hitting me from all directions, and making impossible to open my eyes. Where was I? How did I get there? What had I done to deserve that? How am I going to leave this place? I wasn't able to see, to gather any information from the environment, I believed that the pain was going to last forever and no hope remained, but yet, there I was. At that point, I was desperate, living in agony. I cried, bu