so here i am again, wiping the dust off my face, my hair matted with a light tan hell. no, im not in the desert. im here, in canada. and yet, from all over the world it comes to me, the dust of the earth. this dust, it eats away at my flesh, pervading the deepest recesses of my heart. "...where it stops, no one knows..." i am tortured in an everyday life that is fogged by this dust storm from everywhere all at once. it comes and goes when it wants to, but most of the time it is here for at various moments all over the globe someone is sending it my way. it chews my mouth to bits, my tongue to shreds. all the while, i keep thinking to myself, "you know, this wouldnt taste so bad, if it didnt hurt so much." and still thier feet march on. they leave me in the dust. my friends leave me in thier wake, kicking up the dust of the earth as they go, releasing me from thier lives. no matter what i do, i just cant shake this dust from my body. saddened grains of it may remain forever on me, burning tiny holes in me to get to my heart. and still they march on...