My lips are riddled with cracks and hardened patches of skin, like flakes of mud in a dry riverbed, splintering with sparks of pain as I press them together, trying not to think about the raging thirst thickening my tongue and making it nearly impossible to swallow. My hunger, once torturous, has faded to insignificance compared to my thirst. The merciless sun has covered my body with blisters and dead, peeling skin, irritated by every movement. With every step my knees threaten to collapse, occasionally making good their threats at the worst possible moments.

she was a girl in a forest with no trees
he was a boy of fire and blind belief.
it was Chicago, planes flew overhead
now she's in bed
fast asleep.

and who will wake her from her dreams?
who dares disturb her restless peace?
everything he knows blazing wild to ash
flames won't catch
eyes won't meet.

in constant noise, she does not speak
through clouds of smoke, he cannot see.
she takes her bitter pills to swallow
forget those hollow
memories.

Alright, so this is some old stuff I posted, but for some reason, I deleted it.  Don't ask me why; I think that was back when I thought it was ridiculous.  Anyway, I'm posting it again, and here it is.

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Part V: Mystery

What is the difference

Between absent and lost?

Knowing how

To find

I wait for Renee

to give

Arkn

my letter

But the next day

she doesn’t mention him

go home

after work

with Grace

Saturday

This is just another night.
I am alone in my room, starring at the dark sky through the window. Moon is hiding somewhere I don't know, maybe too lazy to just pop up in the sky. I'm walking downstairs, house is actually empty. The only sound I can hear is my footsteps. I don't know where they are going. Or maybe I just don't care.

Suddenly night is calling me. I don't know how to accept yet to reject, but I know night is calling me. It forces me to do something. Escape. Run. Or simply to make this is not just another night.

 Swept off my feet
Flying past the world
Taken by surprise,
Caught in a wild blur
Pictures and feelings
Pass by on this train
People wave,
Then say goodbye
As quickly as they came 

Taking a map,
To see where I am
I plotted out every course,
Every place, every land,
Yet I feel more lost
Then I think I’ve ever been 

I’ve left something behind
I used to hold inside
It slowly faded
From thought and mind

(7-27-07 early morning)

I fell asleep last night without even thinking about shelter. Or a fire for that matter. Thankfully, the nights aren't too cold. I walked along the shore to search for food, luggage,bodies...I found a cooler that Mom had made me pack at the last minute. I guess I should finish writing about what happened.

(7-26-07 around 11 a.m.)

I don't know. I can't make sense of anything....

(still 7-26-07 time?)

I guess I should start over. My name is Mariah, and this is...I don't know what it is. I'm writing to calm myself down. But it's making everything a reality, less a nightmare I'm going to wake up from.