in the desert

it's been long since it has rained. morninigs bring some moisture though, being enough for those aclimatized for these parts, or for those who have never seen those days when the village lived as a miracle amid punishing desert.

then there are those who live in memories, too deep in love to care about life that changed around them, or rather life choses to let them be.

as children of the town, we've grown up feeding on these stories of immortality. Some think memories keep you alive.others think it's love, then there are many who think it's it's the the refusal to wake up to the desert that has kept this town alive. i cannot say which one of these is true, as a story-teller, i am not supposed to 'know'. it's you who decide, each to oneself...