just rest..

so here i was. waitin siting wishing 'nd waitin' again. DON'T know what to, but still i'm sure, it was worth. Sand wasn't that hot, but burned and the dust was dry. Like a fisherman drinking his gin, i realised, i was soaking up the heat. All the way here was downfall, didn't feel tired but my arms didn't obey me, like they where just in other place. I saw them getting red while felt my legs sail away from my control; now i where only my head and a couple organs down, but only my heart and troat were in reach of my consiousness. that sweet bitter taste was fading into dryness, the sand now over all but my head had some glance of skin and the land began to resemble an extension of everything i remembered to have. then no more needed to be done than just contemplate the surounding quietness that soon enough filled the entire view. few insects flyed by; now was easy to follow them. like a doppler seeking for bombers i fade into a state of automatization untill the whole landscape became arms, then there was no need for anything.
que vola la mente como juega