Island

I am not an island but sometimes long to be. To be alone with my thoughts. Not needing or wanting anyone or anything.
This isn't bad.
But I can't stay there-
I need people
I need their stories
Their humanity
The gunk of a life lived
And I need to speak my story
Layered with pain, truth, and joy
At the end, I want my life to be fully lived.
Angie❤