I don't know whether it was the sound of the rain tapping my window, the pain in my brain ushering me different directions or the pure sympathy i had left for myself that urged me to type. All i wanted to do was type while i remember.
Ive been stranded, once again, in darkness. Dark long nails, no i am not a creature, dark face now that my eyeliner has smudged- ladies you got me on this, dark lungs dark thoughts. Even the darkness beyond my windows offered no light.
So im stranded. Im stranded and im feeling, indescribable in a word so ill let you put an adjective on it. Im finding apple trees im eating apples, im finding cocunts on pineapples on berries.
To my sweet tastes delight it startes to rain, real heavy as an instinct i want shelter. I have none. As i see another stranded person trying to set sail i hop on and it goes from there.
As i get further and further, i start the feel the loss not the happiness i expected. I miss this island.
Without looking back once i dive.
I dive into the midsts of the unkown sea, swimming miles and miles and miles back to shore.
When i arrive i feel rejuvenated. Yay island soil between my toes. Yay my fruits. Yay welcome back.
But youknow what? I was still stranded
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Short StoryI don't know whether it was the sound of the rain tapping my window, the pain in my brain ushering me different directions or the pure sympathy i had left for myself that urged me to type. All i wanted to do was type will i remember. Ive been strand...
