With blood gushing from my torn knees and a heaviness weighing on my weak head I walked, falling and getting up, to nowhere. It was all the same to me, wherever I turned. The loose grains of sand were everywhere; under my feet… on my face… sticking to my wound by the adhesiveness of my thick blood. I walked, leaving a trail of dark patches behind me made brighter by the burning disc above. This was the imagery of my life until you showed yourself as a small oasis with limpid water and lush-green vegetation.
I survived thereon.