This island called life, afloat yet always on the brink of sinking, constantly losing terrain to the ever pounding waves of light and darkness.
Each in their own way a blessing and a curse, changing and switching while laughing at me, always ever taunting salvation while threatening doom.
I am just their play thing day in and day out, i am just something they found floating whimsically at will passing before their stomping feet.
My survival dependent upon them yet striving to be released from their torture, i ride the waves they create wondering if i will see a tomorrow.
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