Yonder west! Away from the toil and turmoil, and away from the immortal reign, of the chaos that is life, I stand, aghast, and aloof, as epitome of eternal aloneness, emanating a new desert from within, every day. Day long cotillion of sand and mellifluous wind, is nothing but a dalliance of the twain at best, passing through vicissitudes of burning emotions, scorched, and parched, every speck of it, yearning to drench in its own mirage. Incinerating everything that wanders in its wilderness, with their ashes assimilated in the sand, and howls of the revenants moaning through the wind, the desert, withdraws in me again, every night.
