HallucinationThe merciless sun stared at the scorched land surrounding me, its selfish mouth draining the cracked land of its salvation. The deafening silence engulfed me and I shut my peeling eyelids in an attempt to sharpen my senses; the dead air scared me. My quickened heart beat pounded in my ears and raced through my body like lightning. The rhythmic pulsing reminded me I was still alive, still suffering. Three words spun restlessly in my dying brain: Never enough water. The sudden thought of water made my cracked lips flare and my skin roast under the fierce rays of the sun. Almost instantly I was grabbed by a strong surge of gravity and I cras