You. Inside the mind, there is an island. And on that island, I am alone. The whole world has shrunk into a mere dot. The sky is dark. Just like how sometimes the mind is. When there is nothing to illuminate it. I contemplate. Thoughts rush in like children rush out of school. When the last bell rings, I am feeling nice and good because I am alone on the island. I hear sounds in silence. Those are whisperings of the breeze