Crave

I'd love to lose myself on an island all alone. Just me, the jungle, and the ocean to call my home. I'd love to live with nothing but living left to bother me. I'd like nothing more than to let nature consume me and swallow me. Consumed in thought I'd spend my days in deep meditation. Forgetsleeping pills and Tylenol, I'd let me be my onlymedication. I'd eat what I catch and enjoy life through a constant high. Late at night I'd watch the stars and planets recreate the sky. I'd like nothing more than to leave this world and find my peace. Exploring my potential is impossible and that fact is haunting me. The unknown is here and my lust to taste it is a powerful emotion. The world is so huge, yet at eighteen I have yet to see the ocean. I conjure up thoughts and plans on how I'll escape to salvation. I'll catch the next train to a sane nation and escape these accusations. I understand that this place is death, but I don't think I have the patience. I beg you Lord, take me because frankly I'm sick of waiting.