The Immortal's Reflection

Quartz,feldspar and mica. That's all there is from the grasp of my hand to the horizon in the distance. So far away. My knees dipped into a yellow hell, My entire body covered in sand; courtesy of the rude scorching wind.

With a mouth drier than bay leaf, I silently cursed back at my fate as it had already cursed me. Cursed back, because there is nothing else I can do. Silently, because my tongue has formed into a brick and my lips have been sealed. I do not have an ounce of will to bring myself to stand straight and start walking. The hope in my heart has is playing hide and seek with my will; A game the will has lost miserably. It's as if the hope has taken a vow to hide itself into oblivion. It is waiting for me personally with welcoming arms.

It is strange how poetic thoughts and words were flowing through my mind at the ending moments of my life. I am eagerly waiting for the phase where my life flashes before my eyes. That is the only fragment of death that interests me. They say people feel regrets at these moments; For some, it is the things they have not done; For some, it is the things they have done.What will I see? I do not know.

I did not have any regrets. I am on the verge of death for wanting to fulfill my last wish. Looking back on my life, I do not know if I was happy; but I am certain I was never unhappy. People chase happiness their whole life, trying to taste it, even if it is just a spoonful. I have tasted it, at times. I am remembering those moments, remembering the taste of ambrosia. It is humorous how I am recalling the taste of happiness as ambrosia, even though my lips have never touched ambrosia. I would have been immortal then, Free from death and all these hysterical thoughts.

Or maybe I have, throughout those moments, little by little; Never comprehending the flavor. A Human being without regret, is that even possible? Has anyone ever heard of someone like that? I have not; it is unimaginable; unthinkable. I must have some regrets. I search again through my memories.

There is nothing but the beautiful memories. So, is that what i think it means? Am i really without regrets? No, sadly there is something. My last desire, the sole reason for my pitiful state. Just beyond the horizon somewhere, my last wish is waiting to be fulfilled. Amusing, how i was about to consider myself immortal, a higher being. I must be narcissus reborn, Only if there was a mirror to see my glorious features, covered with the embellishing sand. I could sit in front of my reflection for the rest my life... what a cruel yet hilarious gag!!

Grains of the beautifying sands found it's rightful place, my eyes. Flickering them, i fixed my glossy vision on the yellow abyss lying in front of me. An unworthy place for the last moments of such a beautiful human being as myself. Only if I could see my reflection for one last time.

Something so simple yet alluring caught my attention. A small portion of water, just a few steps apart from me.The obvious idea crossed my mind, "I shall be able to see myself one last time". My so called last desire seemed so trivial at the moment as my wish to gaze upon my reflection gave my knees strength. Breaking free from the blistering weight, I shall take a step forward. I shall see my reflection and there is no existence that can stop me from taking another step. Then another one and another one. My thoughts shall guide me toward my reflection. I advanced, utterly ignoring all the trivial and faint barriers inmy path.

Engulfed by only the desert's parched silence, I became just another grain of sand in the wind; reflecting the image of an immortal.