I’ve felt nearly everything I’ll ever feel. Though that’s freeing, I wish to feel one new thing. Make it wicked or holy or lustful and greedy— Whatever direction I desperately need it. The last time I felt I was just seventeen. My heart had been broke by the Homecoming queen. Now I dance in a desert of emotionless thought, Thirsty for tears, but I’ve been given a drought. Sands upon sands stack up their demands On me to bear weight until I no longer stand. Crawling, standing, tripping, and crawling again. I dream of a drink to come, but I just don’t know when. Far ahead, I see shimmering signs of laughter and pain Only to find a mirage has tricked me again.