Island

No man is an island.

More like every person is an island.

Some in groups, others completely deserted and far away.

Some disappear when the waves come crashing down, which just shows how vulnerable we are as humans; these huge waves of sadness just come enveloping us and we can’t do anything about it. We can build walls to keep the water out but that will only buy us time, it can’t protect us forever. What if the water comes from within? Then that wall would only be the end of us. 

We can keep trying to fight what’s happening but we’re only at the losing end when it comes to dealing with our own emotions. What if everybody just went along with how they felt? Like how we go along with the seasons of this earth? Maybe then the world would be better. But then again, maybe then the world would be dull.

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