Gone. Distant.
To pursue my dream.
Dusty tent. Old tent. Lost tent.
Old island.
Not on any maps.
I'm, you could say, off the charts.
Gone and Alone forever.
But I could go back?
No.
No money.
No real house.
No communication.
Except for a pencil and paper.
No friends and Family on this island.
Deserted island.
I'm alone forever.
But I have books. That's my dream. Why in the whole world,
I came here.
I have my own world. With real friends who care.
Each page I write, a new friend and personality.
A new world with less difficult situations.
Let's me forget I'm lost.
Forgotten.
Abandoned.
Erased.
