Goodbye

Well that was interesting. Going back to those ancient lands where the sand still whirls in terracotta and ambers. The world can no longer support life, and this place is no different, but it's always been that way. The surface is cracked and the light reflects off of the baked earth and blinds all of the beholders, so in case their was something of beauty out there, it denies you the pleasure of gandering.
What is more painful is knowing that there was once happiness in this lifeless land. Despite the burning sun, people once lived and I suppose you could say thrived there. They struggled but atleast they were together. Both the people and the land knew they couldn't remain.
I sat out there in the dirt, on the sand, on the bloodstained earth for a long time like I always do when I return. During the day, it would be unbearable but as the sun begins to set I hear the earth begin to speak, it starts out in a whisper, but even as a whisper I see the shadows and shapes and ghosts of those who crossed this path before me. I see them creating shelters, chasing their food as it lept across the desert flats, collecting fruits and planting trees to shade them.
Things haven't become complicated they never do. Life can't change, it doesn't change. It may become different, and look different. However, they remain the same.
Before technology and all of this information nonsense people didn't have time to question because of all the work required to survive. Now it seems we do have more time, in reality we're often too busy trying to survive the workweek.
It's ridiculous and wonderful. And it feels great to escape and worry about neither.
Everything is disappearing, everything is sickly and ridden with disease. Everything is ugly. But I suppose it always has been, I just never bothered to look close enough and listen.
It isn't even painful. It doesn't feel like anything. I said goodbye this time, even though I knew about five years back that I should have said goodbye then. I have this ominous feeling that this truly is the end.