Island
Alone.
Singular.
Static.
I’m here.
In this floating paradise.
Nothing but myself,
And my thoughts.
I’m forgetting everything that I am.
Everything that I was.
Is it for the good of me?
Is this better?
I want a sign
telling me that I’m on the right path.
I think I am.
I believe I’m going the right way.
But I’m not sure.
I need proof, a signal, hint, flag, clue.
I NEED A Harbinger.
But no.
It’s just me
And my thoughts.
The essence of you disappears.
And my feelings linger no longer.
Love dissolves.
Memories fade.
And who would’ve thought that I’d be the one to say it.
Ever.
But that’s what this Island has given me.
Liberty.
This autonomy, it’s given me.
Freedom.
It feels so good.
Here on my
Island.
F.R.
