Eternal thirst
Where am I lost in this vast never ending desert?
I seek shelter from the relentless sand blowing into my eyes and from the ever searing heat,
but all I find are mirages of life that never truly exist.
I seek guidance and solace in confiding in my fellow companions, yet immune to all judgement they wander mindlessly in every direction seeking comfort in victuals that will satisfy thier temporal depravation and cannot help but drink from pools reeking with nauseuos stagnation.
Yet i seek the oasis, the perptual one and hope to drink from it in infinite contemplation.
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