An Autobiography - Part Two

I have sat on this wall watching the rising of the tide for many years. My bones are as dry as the sand that surrounds me, as far as the eye can see, as far as the mind can feel, it stretches on forever. No life. Nothing. But maybe, one day... ahh, now an old mind wanders, wanders these desert wastes. My hopes are more poisonous than my dreams ever were. But again, maybe, one day, a new form will find my wall and will continue my vigil here, either along side me, or long after the last traces of my being have vanished completely.

Maybe one day, I will be able to continue the search for home...