I spoke of an island once...
Alone I stood waiting for someone to want me.
I was asked to visit someone else's island recently.. it was beautiful..filled with love and passion and all it did was remind me of what I'll never truly have.
So I'll stay on my little island..surrounded by the crystal clear water; the shimmering water blue as the open sky, taunting it tells me we are friends..
Watching the sun set once again as I see the lights start to illuminate the surrounding islands; I hear their joy.. their laughter and I envy them.
Only after I was asked to leave that other island did I really understand that I was just...an entertainment. Someone to give that island a little variety. I was never...really welcome there.
Only after I was asked to leave that island did I realize how lonely I was and how much of, a wasted battle it was trying to find somewhere that had room for me.
I give up. I will build my wall of sand and shale, to keep my heart safe. I will watch through my windows all the wile, cementing myself in.
In a little glass case sits my heart...dimly glowing after all the hardship it has endured..I must protect it.
Joy no longer exists..the little things like the little animals that shared my island used to be enough to not feel so alone.. now I see them and realize.. they're not alone as I, they have families to return to..people who want them around..
As I unplug the lights to my island.. I sit in the darkness; the only glow like an ember of a flame if my little heart, bearly keeping itself alive.
I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to...melt onto the sea and become foam. I don't want to sit here anymore haunted by the laughter of the other islands..
If you see my little island, suddenly appear in the dark as you navigate this ocean, grant me one mercy....
Please....
Leave me be...
I can't anymore.
-Panda.
