Kalahari

I have to tell someone before I go – see, the world has been draining of color for a while now, all the blood seeping out like snow melting on the ground…and today I saw something.  It whispered in my ear to go.  There was a person smiling in the orange rock by the window, and then he was gone.  He had jumped to the top of the pine tree overlooking the hotel, he was waving, waving madly, his face so faint that the wind could erase it.

This reality is a lie, it’s a sham,  – I have to go to the Kalahari desert before the cold woman catches me – I can see her now, she’s out by the garden gate, her little twig hairs blowing.  She’s coming for me, I can’t stay here, I must go to the Kalahari desert where the sand is orange and where every sad person ends up.  And I’ll be happy, and free.  And I can live with all the other people who saw beyond this grey reality

You know, I’ve seen the truth in little snippets  A dark whisper at night, an apple shadow on the wall.  Did you know that if you stare long enough in the mirror, your reflection changes?  yes, I tried it, my eyes grew dark and my mouth twisted and my hair was grey, I was just a corpse, just like everything else, it’s an illusion, it’s an illusion, I must go to the Kalahari desert and I must go now, before the cold woman catches me