I’d found myself, in the desert, a desert of broken glass, and, I just, gotta, keep moving, before the sunsets, as you KNOW how it’ll FREEZE up during the nights in these desert geographies…
not my photo…
A desert of broken glass, I’d, walked across, and, each shard I’d stepped on, cut, deeply, into my skin, my flesh, and, I’d told my brains, to IGNORE the pains, that my goal, the oasis, is not far off from where I currently am.
still not my photo…
A desert of broken glass, that, was what I had, lived on, for a very long time, and, like Moses (but unlike him, it wasn’t because I didn’t ASK for directions!!!). A desert of broken glass, I’d, walked through, and, had cut my feet, and, the cuts were so deep that it was, into the bones, but, despite the pains, the discomforts, I’d still, put one foot in front of the other, managed, to move myself out of this desert, and found me an oasis, without the sharpened pieces of the broken glasses………
A desert of broken glass, that, was where I came from, and now, looking down at my own, broken feet, I have absolutely NO idea how I’d managed, to make my way, across, that desert of broken glass, apparently, the ADRENALINE kicked in, to block out the pains………
Life, the Obstacle Course 