desert person.

full of sun, mirages, and strange episodic stories, it rarely rains in the desert ... even then, not many people are around to see it.

"i swear, that kid is good for the soul."

the first thing you see is a smile ... no, the first thing you see is a baseball cap, then you see his smile. and it doesn't creep over his lips as though he's slowly recognizing you, that thing's pasted on there, big and wide. open, honest, and failing to see the misery that so many focus on, desert person has a knack.

the most simple tale could be wound around and around, filled with every living and hilarious detail, until it finally got to the point ... when most of us would have already fallen on the floor with laughter. that's the thing, he never had to try to be funny, he just is.

"desert people are just odd."

you can't encompass a boy like this, he's to be experienced and loved. he's our medicine, our light heart, our psychological wonder.

i don't think any of us would give him up for a chance at the largest oasis. the world would be cold without him.