I stand, a parch dry throat and loneliness as my company. The wind's fury slashes across my exposed skin like a thousand knives, striking at the most vulnerable. Every step an agony, I made my way through the desert sand.
Each tumble I took sank me deeper into the soft sand. A gradually weary arm rose to grasp the sky, begging for rain that was never granted. How I wanted to just lay on the gentle carpet and let heavens take me; but I couldn't.
Not while my oasis laid just beyond my reach, just beyond my outstretched fingers.
Again and again, I embraced the thought, hoping and hoping that one day, my oasis wouldn't be just another mirage created from desperation.
It lies just beyond my fingers... just right ahead....
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