Forever Feels Like Home

You would think you'd get used to the loneliness, but when you cursed to stay on an island forever it always manages to creep into your mind.
It's like a rain slowly washing away your memories of others until the memory of their face even becomes blurry.
Lying in the sand staring up at the star levels my mind to wander without distraction.
The vine of depression slowly grows into my mind, but there is nothing that can be done.
My work used to keep my mind busy, but after countless years you start to run on auto pilot leaving you to ponder what life could be if I was stuck on this island.
My only friend is my reflection in the water.
I've had visitors but they always leave due to saving the world or something. It's not like I don't understand, and I wouldn't want anyone else to have to stay here.
I wouldn't wish this fate on my worst enemy ( if I had one ), but I just selfishly wish someone else was stuck on this mind rotting rock.
I can feel the water rush over my hand, but it doesn't feel like my body anymore.
My body feels like I've become a zombie. I feel like it just does my daily routine.
I don't even get hungry anymore. It feels like not just my mind but my body is going insane as well.

Notes

"All I know is that it feels like forever, but no one ever tells you forever feels like home. Sitting all alone inside your head."