I live many years away from land
where sorrows borrow emotions from the ocean and the wave length is measured through good byes on countless moments subtracting the feeling of low highs
I sit and wonder about how I've survived
this my own personal island secluded in retrospect haunted by a life I cannot forget
nights bring chills that tear away all comfort
I try and hold the warmest of memories pressed in my dreams which feel more like life
I am not my surroundings
I am filled with love only expressed in my knowing of where I truly am
I'm lost beyond all comprehension of so called rational thought
Where there seems to be nothing I found that everything made the most sense
I live many years away from land where my belief never drifts...
Royale jones
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