I'm cheating

My friend Dan wrote this to me, and i think it reads like a poem so I am posting it on his behalf. He'd laugh his a*s off if he even knew I had this account

Walking through the desert called society I often see mirages.

Mirages of hope, mirages of substance.

Eventually you learn to stop getting stoked

every time you see water.

Trina, you're an oasis when I needed water the most.

And you're full of life -

sustaining essense and the green of palm tree's is

reflected in your pools of positive energy.

If you feel youself evaporating,

 

TAKE HEART

 

The cycle will once again be renewed