The Island

An island much? Haven’t you heard? No man is an island. Try harder. It’s easier isn’t it? Maybe. Otherwise it’s work. Isn’t it? Understood. It’s walls. Walls have been erected. Walls to cover up. Walls to hide behind. Past wounds are pulsing. Pulsing loudly in your ear. They are dictating. Oh, they are so loud. You askedContinue reading “The Island”