Monday, November 2, 2009
A Local Holiday Only. Virgin Island's 'Liberty Day.'
It was a day I meant to work at the Jungle. It rained hard and heavy. I have been feeling really tired and weary lately. So much that it is affected my progress a little. I have so much to do and never enough time or courage to do what is on my 20/30 'to do' things that are high priority. It seems that I can have really good, cool days. Some of the best ones in life. Then they can turn to uncertainty and high-strung emotions.
Work got canceled because of heavy tropic rain. I went back, ate some food, and I started to become subtle and emotional. I miss her a lot. No one knew though. I went to walk to Lindberry beach by myself. I fell asleep on this beach I've never yet seen before. I started to read fairy tales of the King and the Small kingdom, the Three Bags of Gold, and a few others too. I had been growing very emotional and drained, so it became hard to do anything other than to role on my side as I tried to sleep at the beautiful beach. I couldn't sleep in my room because of all the chaos. I seem to feel hurt every day. Thinking so much of who I miss at home. Not having chances to be understood. She has no idea that I have respected her this whole time. I have seen her in my dream world. She has such a great smile. But I'm here without her and I don't feel like myself on this island right now. I'm delirious and homesick.
I mean to snap out of this spell but... After I woke up, I went into the water. I swim everyday. And though it sounds beautiful and majestic, I've been struggling a lot. I just dived in and opened my eyes under water and saw all the beauty of another realm of life.
After I was done, I went to the shore and got ready to head back. As I got to the cafeteria, I was beginning to feel my eyes start to release tears regarding things that are becoming faint between me and her. It seems psychologically, my emotions are hypersensitive. I miss my friends... And my friend. I got to my room, and I actually started to break down a bit. It reminded me of when I cried myself to sleep in Dublin a few nights before I got back home from Ireland because I found out a few nights before I was coming home to Nina, that I was going to be gone a lot longer than I thought. I found that out at the same time I found out that I didn't have much time in between. These things caused me to cry probably as hard as the time I had broke down when Hebert died. It wasn't easy. I miss her so much.
I learned in my communication class with Linda Florine that people who live lives that are too solitary, they are statistically more likely to die young. It'd be a lie if I told ya that I never thought of death.
As I was in my room sensing tension and never knowing why, I began to cry but I fell into a sleep before hand. And it turned out that I woke up from a dream that was a.. Maybe a form of reflection to what I had been feeling in reality prior to this. It was a dream about a mythological figure. Someone in a happy hippy valley that became a model of this contrived writing I made when I was 19/20 years old... Vida Eve Shereken.
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