The Desert.

     "I can not see. I can not hear. I can not feel."  My brain spills out these thoughts faster then the wind that furiously tangles my hair. The desert has this way about it. A way that sucks the life right out of you. It's a sickening beauty. There's an emptiness that fills each grain of sand. It's in the air and even in the clouds that refuse to cry. I did not want to walk here but something draws me even now to this waste land. I am alone. I am alone with myself. Alone with my thoughts. Alone with my fears. I am alone with every disgusting and beautiful thing I despise about myself. The solitude has become my company. Before this journey I was runner. I ran from being alone. I would run to people, to places. Anything that sheltered me from this monster  that always seemed to be at my heels. I could not bear staring myself in the face. I was a fugitive. However, that was then and this is now. The desert is a terrifying place. It forces stillness down your throat, like a thick cherry cough syrup. It's ugly and bitter but somehow it heals. At first you cannot hear, or see, or feel. You can only think up ways to run. But as suns glorious rays shatter the shadows that cover your soul, you become a new being. You are now able to hear the whispers from Heaven. The voice that was drowned out by your running footsteps. My footsteps. My running. His voice is perfectly peaceful, and although the process is painful, the end result is worth the violent wind. You see the desert is here, we all make our way through it. We all find ourselves in a places far away. Alone. But that is where we are able to hear, to see, to feel. When we step back and listen, His voice is clearer. When painful places take us away, His love is closer then ever. That is what the desert has taught me. I am never alone.  -Lyndsey Rachelle<3