Frail

[crows]

We are on one journey. We walk, day and night, and hunt for the altar. Three around me here. One... all the way across the world, my cold complimented by the poisonous deserts of a place I have never seen... he is all my fancy, probably doesn't know. Or remember. Or maybe my mind is lying to me! Whose desert have I seen in my dreams? Where are the dunes, the dangerous and foreign creatures? I was an alien to that land. It was not my home... no safety, no familiarity, and yet I am always drawn back... my mind has seen the place, over and over, and I don't know what to make of it. My dreams are dusty, and yellow. It haunts me, know that I've acknowledged the sign, even without the translation.

Do you hear me?

God I wish he would answer me. Damnit.