Surviving
All alone
surrounded by the big, blue open sea
with sand in the toes.
The sun,
the heat
drains the life within.
There is no where to run or hide.
Swimming with the dolphins, becoming part of a school of fish
is all fun and games until reality hits.
Living on a island with
no home
no family
no friends
no material objects
nothing of any kind
is fun for a weekend when alone time is needed.
Doing this forever would cause the mind to dissolve to pudding.
Rather tasty, but not for the eating.
To stop the insanity from emerging one object or person is needed.
For me,
my baby brother.
The crying annoys many.
But his cuteness cures all.
The island would be filled with the sounds of
his laughter,
his crying,
his screaming,
his baby language.
The days would never be dull.
Help would come, but we would survive on the island,
joyfully until that happens.