I could see the surreal vision of you waving your hands it was more to a signal than a goodbye or welcome wave. You looked different more to a bearded man who bathed in the sun and ate with his bare hand. Contentment of life, I could see slightly, you’re there long enough to absorb the essence of the sun, the sky and even the ocean---ones which made you thought about what you’ve got and thanked for them. Things you’ve never done before, then you sat for hours suddenly grieving over something that wasn’t dead yet, wasn’t gone but perhaps wasn’t YOURS. That was why…..you could’ve had it but you’re just aint wise enough to. You said damn to people who’s said you couldn’t lose what you never had, coz deep inside you always have felt it’s been yours it’s just you’ve never told the world.
Too late now hey stranded man on the island and there you’re alone. I was only your surreal vision and vice versa.
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