An oasis tricks your eye – builds cities out of sand, lakes from dust and glaring sun. There you stand at the center of desert, throat parched and mind heavy, thinking you behold something magnificent, only to stagger close and find nothing is actually there. An illusion of hope dissipating into the harsh reality that where you are is truly a hell from which you can’t escape. And endless walk toward signs of hope…but the oasis is a deceiving mirage.
Because a true oasis wouldn’t disappear into the sand. Rather it would stand as the haven for hope. Robust animals would hover over its glistening waters, sipping as they please. You would linger under the shade of palm trees, and sigh with the breeze.
– Written on May 10, 2012