The Other Half
All I need.
All I need on a deserted island.
I could take my phone, but without a charger it renders useless.
Or maybe a food supply, with then no water.
I could take a pen with no paper,
Or paper with no pen.
No matter what I choose the other half is always missing.
No matter what I take it will never be enough.
All I need.
All I need on a deserted island.
The answer is the question itself.
All I need.
All I need on a deserted island is myself.
Because really, what do we have without everything we are?
What is left of us if we sell ourselves for material goods?
How easily can I be shaken if I give up every moral I stand for?
To take anything less than myself
Is to take absolutely nothing at all.
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