 19 Sep 2003 @ 23:13
Trapped on an island,
Of nothing.
No sights, or sounds, or scents have I.
No wind stirring at my cheek.
No hands to craft with.
No substance to craft.
But then I realize,
That I am,
An I!
And so I built a bridge,
One created out of thought.
And if the will be strong enough,
And the details are maintained,
Then I can leave my I'land,
And explore. More >
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