There I was, alone and stranded on the island that is life. Wandered i did, expecting to find a familiar face along the way. Disappointed and depressed I had become, only to find there's no way out. Hunger and anger came side by side, forcing me to look for help outside. Days went by, still no help arrived, I was left for dead with no other choice, but to go against the tide.

Nearly impossible it seemed, but surrender, I never did. The journey seemed long and hard, but the thought of the reward just made it all up. I still don’t know where this will go, if I’ll find that familiar face, or be disappointed once more. I can’t tell you about it right now, but you’ll be sure to know friend, when finally my journey ends.