Stuck surrounded by nothing but water with patches of grass and tiny mountains of sand. Capacitated with the thoughts and memories of the past. The moments that I once lived. If stranded on an island with an option to bring one thing and only one thing, I’d be accompanied by the memories I hold dearest to heart. Isolated in the infatuations of the thoughts that are kept inside and pushed to the back of the mind. Without these memories to serving as a floatie to my sanity, I think I’d sink like a brick in the sea. But with these memories to glide on, I skip like a pebble being thrown against a pond, bouncing up like the raindrops as they hits the ground. The memories I keep bottled up with a tight led will fizzle out as pop when shaken up and opened.This is the type of bubbling I’d need to help me strive for survival.