Days when life cast upon me as if I’m a coast, feels unreal and mystic. Almost like I’m a stranded island and no one has yet to discover me.
Empty and withdrawn.
Not sure what direction I’m heading or even if it’s the best one for me.
Life is mysterious.
Adventurous and dangerous.
If anything; Life is the island, and I’m stranded on it. With nowhere to go. Nothing to do. Surrounded by sand and waves of possibilities unthinkable.
Waiting patiently, until my inspiration float by… and life becomes anew.