I feel like throwing up. My eyes are burning from the heat. My mouth is filled with paper. Yes, paper! Blank sheets of paper forcefully put in my mouth to the extent that they are brimming out. Their crumpled and folded edges poking out from between my lips. I can’t keep my mouth open anymore. It hurts and my lips are so chapped that i am afraid that they might start bleeding any moment. I contemplate upon the situation that has caught me. Ironic! Isn’t it? I have my mouth open, yet its closed.I sense a sandstorm is picking up its pace somewhere nearby. The air carries a strange smell with it where there is a slight tinge of salt. I shut my eyes tightly as a gush of wind slaps my unruly and chaotic hair on my cheeks.I want to scream. Scream at my helplessness. Scream at the vastness of the desert around me. Scream at the static state of my body as thick rope pierces through it, tying me to nothing but a bare bamboo pole.I contemplate at my existence in perspective of the infinity of sand around me. I accept defeat. I am nothing and this episode maybe classified as an insignificant moment in my non-existent and unwillingness to continue what the minions call LIFE!
