Sometimes, you meet people who float
like iridescent bubbles in the suburbs,
like puffy purity-colored clouds,
like the aroma of miles of confidence-colored tulips,
like grains of sand over an unclouded oasis,

and they smile,
and they smile until they are no longer people, but
the bubble, the cloud, the scent, the smile for those around them.
Until they become the oasis.

And the oasis is full of life.
But the oasis is full of life,
and life is full of danger, and fear, and darkness,
despite the beauty of the phenomenon.

Jump in anyway.
If you open your eyes underwater,
they might burn for a second,
but if you keep them closed,
there's a possibility you might get eaten, right?
Jump in anyway.

You see, you only thought the oasis was vitreous,
until you delved deeper,
and unearthed a new world.
A world that held itself in such a way
that it became a little less of a mirage,
a little less of an illusion,
a little more like a person
a little more human.