Final Monologue (for now)

I went to get some water for my family today. I walked many miles. And while I walked I thought. I thought about why I had to walk for miles. Why I had to burn my feet. My back. Why my eyes had to burn. Why my mouth had to dry. Why my brother had to die. Why my son was back home, thirsty and sad. Why death had to roam like a cloud. And not clouds of water. Not clouds of happiness. Clouds of family. Clouds of life. Clouds for me. At least a cloud for my son, so he could feel something more than the sun. the sun that takes his childhood away. I finally got to the well, and there, no longer did I think because my life is easier if I just don’t.