Fantastic Vision

One night I dreamt that

Every human was free

Each one living in their own tree

A small treehouse for each one of us

In a green utopia

But I woke up in the desert

Cold and frozen

The trees had left

For a better forest

And I just walked around

N absolute horror

Reflection

Having to deal with reality

In one way or the other

Not so meaningful or hopeful

More grey and slow moving

Filled with fear, anger and

Frustration

It is all there, we have to

Deal with this

In our everyday life

Trying to steer away from the most

Obvious traps

Life moves on like a migrant bird

On its way from the desert to the tundra

The Desert

A cold and windy place,

The desert seemed eternal

Like the ice on a lake in the winter

People in an empty place

Moving around like flies

Just existing in an artificial

Space

 

 

On the Road

Life can be like

A very long journey

Through the desert

Windy, sandy and dirty

Slowly draining you of energy

Changing the perspective

Turning around the prism

In the kaleidoscope

Nothing is clear

The way has been lost

Long time ago

So suddenly

Any road is the right one

If you don’t know

Where to go

 

Sands of Time — Discover

Sometimes another perspective is necessary in order to understand the world. This place reminds me in an awkward way of the far north. Places with only snow and no trees, windy stretches of roads often clogged by snow dunes up to five meters.

 

Photographer James Dee Clayton travels across Morocco, across the tallest dunes of the Sahara Desert.

via Sands of Time — Discover

Survival

Survival of the fat man 

in the desert is a hard

thing

This is mainly due

to the many desserts 

eaten throughout the years of passive

aggression 

Then just this out in nowhere

no water

no friends

no visits to that nice place in Alexandria

that some calls library but as everyone knows

is the halls of quiet ecstasy