My past

A island. I need nothing but my past. I have no more expectations for the future. I want nothing in the moment. Starvation and dehydration. Something you can parish from. But I need not of these necessitys I need my past. I would sit on the lonesome beach side. Relive the life I've lived before. the memories of starvation. The memory of pain. Without this I would surely grow insane. But what I am, just a boy no more. I was never sheltered from life. I'd accept the wrath of nature then a man. Gun shots flying over head. Compared to rain falling on my face. All I need is my past. I come from a land where we see no beach. We struggle to get a morsel to eat. I rather relive my past Remember those days then to think of my needs I rather remember then to think. I can survive this jungle of poverty. Gang affiliation I'm surrounded by. Innocent bystander ducking for life. That island sounds like pardise to escape my life. With me I take. My past