ISLAND!

I have become an island!
I used to be a strong ROCK, attached to the fuckin land.
I used to roam wherever I may.

The ocean was right beside me. Sometimes it touched me softly, like an angel touch. Sometimes it became angry, strike me with it waves and scratch me like a deadly sword.

It seems that I or some fuckin wind made her angry most of the time. With persistent strikin on my body, that fuckin great ROCK is destroyed. The ocean has washed all my belongings from the main land. I am attached to the land just with a tiny little thin layer of the sand left from me.

But I think I have become and island already. So I’m not from your land, sorounded with that deep blue ocean. If you are from the land, just fuckin fuck off and leave me alone.

All I need is an ocean!