People are like islands: White sand will greet you, but in fact it's water all over the place:

People are like islands: White sand will greet you, but in fact it's water all over the place: a drain for sharp rocks and problems. On some islands you won't even find life. No birdsong, no urge to grow anything… On others — beauty! If only you could catch it by the tail! A blue lagoon, the sea's marvellous smooth face. only there's one thing, no offence, but for you there's no room here. And discovering a new island, sifting time through your fingers, you hope for a source of joy, and not isolation's heavy burden.