It's like you are sailing along on a boat, passing an island.
And you are the only one who decides to get off, something is pulling you there.
And you decide you love it,
but everyone else just waves as the boat drifts further away.
And you are lonely,
but you have your island.
And your feet are warm in the sand.
And you could not be happier with the shore,
but you have a longing for everyone to feel the way you do.
And the island can not understand,
because it did not get to know them.
And the soft touch of their feet.
And the constant chattering of their voices.
And you are lonely even more.
But the island is home.
And you are now home.
And loneliness fades as you watch the sun rise.
You welcome the day new, and more open.
Just you and your island.
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