Pioquinto’s Disquisition

believe me.
we have all felt parched.
we have all lifted callused hands
up to the sky,
chanting self-consciously:

rain me thoughts,
rain me words,
rain me a river of reason.

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Never again would I like to experience that awful parched feeling.

When everything in your being seems to have run dry. When even the drops of tears fail to satisfy the heart’s longing to be refreshed and the darkness of the night seems to take away the remaining strength in your life.

When your mind cries out for reason and yet reason is no where to be found. Where deeper contemplation only yields greater confusion, deeper remorse, greater pain.

When you just wanted to keep on running until your body succumbs to exhaustion and puts you to sleep. For in the stillness of the night, though you lay down on your bed, sleep fails to give her mercy.

May the streams thrive in the desert…
for never again would I like to experience that awful parched feeling.