Desert Storm

A love hate relationship between a man and the desert

“So, this is how it ends…..”

I stand there for a few minutes, letting the sunset sink in. Just a few more minutes of warmth and I’ll be on my way down.

It takes a lot of courage to take a leap, whether it’s a leap of faith or an actual jump off a cliff.

It’s even harder to do both.

 

The red skies slowly turn black, as the sands around me turn whiter and whiter.

Such a funny reflection is the one that's turning the sand yellow – it’s as if the sand is reflecting its potential, craving to become a mirror, coloring itself in the colors of the sun while wishing he could take on a more vivid image.

Some may see it as sad – this striving, this will to become something you aren’t and may never will be, living in a future that may possibly not come true.

Personally, I see nothing wrong with some inspirational motivation, given you actually have one – just some added color as we’re played by the winds of our lives.

As for me, I have yet to find my motivation.

Maybe that’s why I’m here, staring at the abyss below laughing at me – even I have dreams, hopes, wills.

 

I spit down, watching as the drop falls lower and lower, increasing its speed, until it’s too small to see.

It hit the ground, I’m sure, and yet the grim remains upon its face, now laughing at my meaningless, unseen gesture.

I’ll just have to do better.

 

People say that change comes from within, and yet it’s our actions that define who we are.

Not many have joined the great halls of history for having a thought, unless it actually changed something, realistic or abstract.

Even if something within me will change, it’ll have no effect on the world until I’ll convert that change into action.

If a tree falls in the woods, by definition it does make a sound, since waves of sound actually launches into the air.

And yet that sound is meaningless, since no one’s there to appreciate it, to fear it, to react.

That is why some actually argue the sound doesn’t exist – it does not act.

Such are the implications of the electrons running through my brain, like mice in a cage made of flesh and bone – trapped and doomed to die very shortly.

 

I take one final breath, as the sun kisses the skies goodbye – such a pure virgin kiss, as if they’ve never kissed before, and yet it is my heart that’s pounding oh so fast.

My legs bend and my body heads forwards at a great speed, until there’s nowhere else to go but down.

My body is cutting the air like a sharp knife, and the tingly feeling of forced wind around my entire body makes me wish this fall will last forever.

My face has never seen a wider smile.

 

Every second seems like forever, and yet somehow I’m very much aware this pleasure is about to end.

As the cord attached to my legs slows me down and tosses me back up into the air, this fact becomes a reality.

 

Suddenly, for a split second, I notice a small wet spot in the sand – I’ve left my mark after all.

Author's Note

This piece took a long time to write, mainly because I was occupied with other things. I'm not sure if it has a very good flow, and there are probably some mistakes or things I've overlooked, but I got tired of editing it so I'm publishing it as is.
Comments are very much welcome.