Fountain

 I walked with them for miles in the savannah we got lost in the shared indulgent moments of laughter and hedonistic pursuits of pleasure from time to time nothing else mattered. Many stumbled, others fell and quietly followed the trail to the fountain, lapping at the puddles that led the way. 

By the time I realised they weren't by my side, their thirst quenched and I oblivious to them.

My love for the trek meant in no time someone would join, the excitement of the new familiar yet unknown paved the way for the old patterns of laughter and pursuits to persist. They got lost and I would cut the string that connected us. 

I walked with one who never laughed; the silence intensified the heat; the savannah now arid desert land. I offered my flask and watched in disbelief as I watched her gulp and wash her feet with the last of my water that was to sustain us. 

My laughter at the absurdity winded me I fell face-first into a puddle, my curiosity led me to the fountain. I guzzled the water and wondered if this is how the others consumed something I didn't even know I harboured. 

Finding the fountain quenched the thirst I was unaware I had, I have drunk from it and become intoxicated in it by it. Still enjoy the trek albeit by my ones now.