I ponder into the bliss waters of what my life was once like.

How wonderful of a decision it was to start over on an island in the sun.

I don't want a phone to call the people whom I left in the first place.

I don't need fire when my heart is already as cold as the air around me.

My mother always told me, "You are what you eat," so obviously I don't need food.

Since I am nothing. 

As the palm tree shades over my thought-stricken head,

I stare at the waves burying my feet into the sand.

It was at this moment, that I realized, the only thing I cannot live without,

Is myself.