Castaway

I am on a small island. Coconut trees sprout from the ground. Berry bushes spread across the vast expanse of my territory. And yet, I am alone.

No animal inhabits the burrows in the land. Not even bees have made hives to hang from the branches. A mosquito, every now and then, pops in for a snack on the nape of my neck, but I am on a small island. Alone.

I’ve built myself a home on the shore, by the sea. My window opens to a view of the east – where the sun rises every morning to greet me. Outside there is silence, with only the wind and the sand for company. I, myself, have forgotten how to speak. And yet my thoughts have never been louder.

So much to say. No one to listen. Perhaps, the truth is I’ve gone insane.