Imagine.

I am here on a island by myself.

Stranded.

Alone.

Am I cold? Am I lonely? Am I afraid?

I'm not sure.

I wonder what the time is.

I wonder where I am.

I close my eyes and seek the only place I know.

Imagination.

I picture myself walking down the streets of Chicago.

On the corner of State and Lake, a man hands out coupons for a breakfast place.

I feel the warm summer breeze against my face.

Is tha real or in my mind?

I see people pass me by, different faces, eyes, noses, colors, weights, and heights.

They all stare as I pass by and I feel uncomfortable.

I am watched by all of these buildings and eyes.

I am lost within city.

I am grey within the streets.

I open my eyes and I find a beautiful place.

I find the warm breeze.

I look at my hands ad fiddle with sand at the edge of the beach.

And I think bout what I need the most right now.

What really is important to me?

But I only see what is in front of me .

My imagination.

What could be of this new place?

Wha more do I need than my whole self and an island?

Imagine.