An Island

Time and again I have returned to my former state of being an island surrounded by the waters of loneliness. I recently ended my lent period of more than two years. During that time I have started enjoying all my deprivations, sacrifices, and challenging situations. Over the years, I have realized that monetary losses are something that have affected me severely. I do not want to go into the details but sometimes things happen which border on the paranormal. I just cannot figure out why or how I lost my chain and pendant, a gift from my mother. Spend the night almost going through all the places where I may have dropped it without any luck. It felt as if something had just taken it out from my neck to keep as souvenir. I still continue hearing those mysterious voices though physically I don't feel the presence.

Let's talk about my other losses. My friends and lovers at the old place. They are all gone. We are not a world apart but such is the mentality of people, that they give up on someone too early. Thinking about losses pulls you down into the infinite abyss of misery. I do not want to indulge my pain. But how do I make up for everything I lost? How do I get back the precious time. The clock ticks and pulls me towards my ultimate destiny and I know what it is. I do not know how to hold back the hope since, I am so near the real end. I am the island which shall soon not entertain or receive any more visitors.