In The Burning House

[“Where is my oasis? Too far from here for me to crawl with these dead legs, refusing to co-operate Hands and fingers clawing uselessly through the grains of sand...”]― Kiera Woodhull, Chaos of the Mind Not a single drop of water to extinguish the fire Except a can of Kerosene in the Kitchenette? Collected few belongings and jumped from the naked window with the bundle of passion on his back. Starlit night the desert is cool and he walks towards............ but from time to time he stops and looks back as he scared of his own long shadow and the footprint. He mutters a prayer like song 'Where I have come from and where do I go? '