I dont know
What would I take with me?…
Quite the question
What I would take would convict me as a person.
I don’t know what I need.
But I have a basic idea of what I want
But like a kid in a toy store sometimes I don’t know what I want till I realize I don’t have it.
I was raised in the church, might take a bible, its good set of rules to live by.
But all alone what good will they do me?
I like to read.
Maybe take a story or two
But it wounding be enough
Like a shredder my eyes tear through pages .
Perhaps I'll bring a note book.
To chronicle the god like machinations i'll surely have.
Who’ll read them?
Even scarier though.
Who will care?
What thing would I bring to a deserted island?
Things can’t complete me.
What person then?
I can live without people
Thats why I’m going on this trip in the first place.
Now I read the prompt.
What can’t I live without?
I don’t know…
Maybe one day Ill find out.
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