My thoughts are like islands. What goes on there is unbelievable. It’s paradise. Sometimes the water hits hard against the rocks and the wind roars. After the storm blows over, it’s complete serenity. There’s a warm breeze and the blue ocean surrounding the islands barely moves. Everything is still and quiet. But these islands are far away from everything. Too far for anyone to reach. Too far to be changed. Only the disasters around them will change them. And even after the storm has settled down, they eventually go back to how they were before. Far away, lonely, yet content in this state of tranquility. My thoughts are like islands. It’s paradise.