I watch the sun set from above as red rays of light warm the desert clay. The rough canvas is scrawled with love letters written in river-water ink. It is moments like these that I am reminded of the life that is pumping through my veins. I'm alive and the barren desert tells me so. I have breath in my lungs even though the bloody sun teases me with its retreat. I do not fear the darkness it leaves behind, for I know the light within me has yet to be snuffed out. Bring it on, dear desert, I know the oasis is coming. Let's do this, dear darkness, it is only a matter of time before you scurry away. My heart is caged, but it is not enslaved; I can face the night.
There are wild creatures all around me, producing guttural sounds to warn me of their presence. No one needs to give them permission to be dangerous; they simply are as they should be. I fear them simply out of respect for their wild passion and unrivaled strength. A coyote spots me and stares at me with his dancing eyes. He knows he's respected and starts to wander off without a fight. In the darkness, he turns his head and nods at me, a courteous gesture from one free creature to another. A smile creeps onto my face as I begin my adventure into the wild, the dangerous, the passionate, the free. Come with me, dear brothers and sisters, your soul is yearning to be alive. Can you feel it?
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