A Journal

Solitutude on an island

Time appears to be the only thing

I have but what I truly need

is an outlet

a book where I can e x p r e s s

my ideas and create sceanrios

a way to be be free

from this lonely place

In these blank pages I am the creator

in my sketchy art and sloppy writing

making better places

new faces

new action

new loves

new drama

new rivals  

a whole new world

on this quiet, lonely island

I realize

just like this island

I am also lonely.

That's fine though.

In my journal I can be a

person of i m p o r t a n c e

Even though,physically,

I am on the island

My mind

Isn’t.

 

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