Fiction Island

One side infatuation

Myself and the island

I sink into my fiction

Mature fruit unripened

Flower too sweet not to pick

Blossom in my heart and mind

I don't want to know you've changed

In your warm memory I'm a child

Love you alone

I know I'm gone

All I am is 27 years of impatience

I've been away

Multiple storylines

I worry about you

Yes I worry about you

Two divorces

Too many layers

I'll resolve this

Becoming conscious

I trace out the map of my ideals

Hot sand, innocence and thrill

How do I end up here?