Serenity
I ponder into the bliss waters of what my life was once like.
How wonderful of a decision it was to start over on an island in the sun.
I don't want a phone to call the people whom I left in the first place.
I don't need fire when my heart is already as cold as the air around me.
My mother always told me, "You are what you eat," so obviously I don't need food.
Since I am nothing.
As the palm tree shades over my thought-stricken head,
I stare at the waves burying my feet into the sand.
It was at this moment, that I realized, the only thing I cannot live without,
Is myself.