There’s something really heart-wrenching about this false sense of security you’ve bestowed upon me, as your warm embrace guides me into the pit of your chest. Why should I feel secure when I know that, even in your arms, I am lost?
I could feel the dryness on the tip of my tongue. It hadn’t had been moist, wet….rainy in so long. My eyes peeled as they gazed out longingly toward the desert-encasing window….barren lands running for miles on end….