Where is my oasis? Too far fromhere for me to crawl with thesedead legs, refusing to co-operate Hands and fingers clawing uselesslythrough the grains of sand...

Kiera Woodhull
Where is my oasis? Too far fromhere for me to...
Where is my oasis? Too far fromhere for me to...
Where is my oasis? Too far fromhere for me to...
Where is my oasis? Too far fromhere for me to...
About This Quote

This quote is a simile, and says that the speaker is like an oasis, but too far away to reach with their arms. She gives up trying to crawl over the sand, and instead uses her feet. The grains of sand are like her hands and feet, which are useless without anything to push against.

Source: Chaos Of The Mind

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