A mirage, that’s what it was.
Safe sanctuary, a haven.
I thought it was real. But it’s just like how the sweltering heat reflects off the sand, and forms the image of exactly what we needed most- water in the desert.
I thought it was forever. But who can survive in a vacuum? In a mirage of an oasis?
I’m back to wandering, lost. And time will fulfil it’s due course to remove the images.
Until I find that real oasis. I will find it.