I sit here on my own. Just waiting for someone to realize that I am an island. I wish someone would be brave enough to row out to sea, just to stumble upon me. But instead I sit here, alone and deserted. Minutes, days, months pass without human contact. Just me and my thoughts, swirling around like a hurricane. They batter my mind like wind against a wall, they tear me up by the roots and toss me around like I’m nothing. I guess I am nothing. If an island is never discovered, did it ever exist? I kind of doubt it.
But I will sit here silently waiting for some brave soul to find me. And I pray it’s before I drown and drift back into the sea.
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You say & I quote “If an island is never discovered, did it ever exist? I kind of doubt it”
On the contrary it did exist but it was never discovered.
in other words you do exist you are waiting to be discovered.
If you want company, why not stop being an island and become mobile and go to them? Luckily, we’re humans, and we have that choice. Not that it’s easy, but everyone else is too sucked up in their own lives and problems to pay a lot of attention to your needs. Is what I think.