Tag Archives: isolation

You can’t get there from here

2 Oct

It’s like the island gets smaller each day. I hope I’m not finally losing my last few marbles. What shall I do then?

There are/were three boats. The boats come from three ports. The one to Port Clyde is the mailboat, and that’s the one I generally take. Exiting the Laura B or Elizabeth Ann, you’re then stuck in Port Clyde, which is also super isolated. It’s like escape is incredibly difficult. 

Eh, I’ll figure it out. The time to plot is now and time is running out. Soon there’ll only be one boat and eventually it’ll only come once a week. Nope. Not spending the winter on this island. It’s cold enough now.

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Heartbreak

15 Jul

I should write about heartache. And loneliness. Aching and sadness. Isolation. Depression. A deep unending sadness. Not knowing where it comes from or how far it goes and not knowing if it will ever end. That choking feeling in the throat and the tightness in the chest. That’s what I know. That’s what I should write.

That feeling of lonesome homesickness. When you just want to go home. But you don’t know where home is. Just lonesome and homesick.

About looking at trees and beginning to weep and watching the fog roll in over a body of water and being so overcome by the beauty and the sadness of it that the heart swells. 

I was thinking about it lately. I don’t really know why. I guess maybe the desert is wearing on me after all. 

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