Love comes with the season.
Or so they say.
But the seasons come and go.
So, do we play??
We are stranded here, off love...
Do we stay??

Stranded on a deserted island,
Confused and terrified
With nothing on her hand
Struggles to think straight by the seaside

Her soul screams
As she lies down on the hot sand
For her life seems so faraway
Reality becomes a nightmare

Even on the sunniest, clear sky day
Feels like a moonless, pitch-black night to her
Although the swaying palm trees give out a warm breeze,
It's still unlike the warmth she feels at home

Well... sometimes I wish I could be alone, and sometimes I really feel alone. And it's a nice feeling for the most part. But having people who you can trust and be open with and love is always a nice thought. Despite the fact that most of the time they leave you stranded and isolated... but that's the beauty of numbness