Sandstorm

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!