Even though I am hurting, I don’t say a word. I want to keep this going… maybe an illusion; definitely a tragedy.
I know the ending, but I don’t want to see it just yet.
With a glimpse of hope, I am holding on to it… waiting for it….
I tell myself I am crazy, which is probably true, and I should be grateful that they tolerate me and send me their love from time to time.
I should be more grateful. I should be more patient. I should be more insane.
Sometimes I think I should never have left my island.
But now I am lost at sea, the reason I left is killing me slowly and keeping me alive.
Let me find my island… cast me away again…
write write write my thoughts away, wake up a different man.