my throat is dry.
the only times i ever drinked water was to flush down the pills down my throat.
and my eyes.
they're dry too.
my tears have long forgotten their main purpose in this world and rarely appeared no matter how much agony im in.
was there ever really agony, though?
had i really felt something?
my heart is dry.
dry like the drought that is cracked up everywhere.
dry like the sand that once had body of water laying upon it.
dry like the field where oil continued to sprout.
dry like the land where they promised love resides.
