Life to me is like one big ocean. I'm on a boat all alone, the boat has not sail; it drifts with the tides. How did I get here? I'm not too sure. Where am I? I would really like to know. Where am I going? Sometimes it is calm, and breezy. Other times it is a raging storm, and I am surprised that I am not swallowed up whole by it; but it still feels good. Alone, and adrift in an endless sea.

I found an island. It was all I could ask for, and more than I could have ever imagined. After countless days of solitude and empty horizons I somehow managed to drift here.