In a
desert, a voice claims for a dessert. A mind that couldn’t bare despair,
solitude and cold any longer.
One day
supposed everything should be a piece of cake.
Never
before, it had been so uneasy. Days became harder than a mountain of titan all
of sudden.
Nights and
days had found her reasoning so smashed that potatoes couldn’t have done
better.
Smart once,
all answers at her fingerprints. Tears? Never.
Now, a
burst of crying comes easily.
The voice
yelled.
The desert
listened and gave it back.
