Desert

Aching and empty in this desolate space I call my life is not unusual or foreign it's the place I live between unbearable heat and bone cutting cold. Even the desert has it's peace and beauty. How can I explain the low key and high velocity of my dreams and not sound delusional or sad or dead. How can I explain the visceral pumping of blood in my veins and the rage I live without sounding angry. My life could be different but it's not and I glow in the knowledge I share some small space in your heart