I have this dream where I am stranded on an island; small and searing with the sun; not merciful. The sound of emptiness and waves.
I sing out lines or prose, rhymes and rhythms, beats and melodies. A prayer to anyone who can see and hear me, as I sing... for someone.
Anyone.
I beg for someone to stay; to be here with me or take me away; a bird eloping through the sky in an intricate dance of forever vows.
Don't visit me here on this lonely island, don't come to view the beauty and experience the wildlife and leave me..here.
Alone.
On this island, as the sun sets each day I realize how close I am to so may other islands, some bustling with laughter and life. And I realize that thoes passing through...already had an island all their own.
No one was going to save me from this island... I just had to hope someone decided that what it had to offer...meager as it may be.. was enough.
-Pandaish.
