The Man On The Island Wondering how Ive survived for so long in a place as inhabitable as the moon. Driven to the point of insanity under my own sovereignty and solitary confinement, with no hope of salvation arriving any time soon. It has always been me alone on this island of mine. Hiding within the rocks and the trees as I anxiously await my demise. The stiff ocean breeze is the closest thing I have to feeling a touch or connection with anything. Even my cries for help have been drowned out by the crashing of the waves that are so utterly deafening. Sitting in the sand starving for any substance at all, for fear that tomorrow there might not be anything left of me. The sight of the dark ocean that surrounds this island gives me a feeling that is truly ineffable. Then as Im gazing out into the abyss I see a truly amazing spectacle. It is a woman on a makeshift raft who looks as if she has the intentions of freeing me from the island. As she gets closer I start to fear that Ive already become to accustomed to life out here in the middle of nowhere. Shes now within shouting distance as I hear her say Im coming for you! Now my thoughts get more and more fearful, and in turn the waves get more and more agitated. Soon the tide tears her raft into nothing and, she is lost forever in the undertow along with the raft that she hastily fabricated. As I sit on the beach and play out the scenarios in my head, her making landfall was probably the worst case. You see, it was people like her who made me seek refuge on this island in the first place.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 20:00:23 +0000
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