Desert Mind

I never wanted to be a human.

I longed to live above the clouds.

I wished to be in space, among dark matter and birthing Stars.

To be there when a Star was born. To be there when it perished.

I never wanted to be anything.

I wanted to exist like a cloud of dust and particles and matter,

nothing but sparkly dust.

I wasn't ungrateful to live, no, I merely wished to habitat a different form.

My mind always worked differently

than everyone else's

instead of news and movies and

boys and

makeup,

I would say, The Desert

and the Galaxies, I will go one day

and live out there, alone---

and they would say I had a

Desert Mind, too.

But I think

they all had dry,

bland thoughts

and mine were

something special,

but soon,

I would find a way to transcend into a new form

of light and sound

and fuse---with the twinkling sparkle upstairs,

and my Desert Mind

would captivate everyone.

Not that it mattered to me---

I never wanted to be human.

But human chose me,

and the Stars and the

sounds of the sand hitting the air

weren't made for my skin,

and my lungs---

But I still have

this Desert Mind,

and I will share my dreams,

so you can imagine it too.