One Truth

Within his mind, an Island exists. There he was alone, often times sitting along the beach, gazing at the endless ocean. The waves were gentle and lukewarm, accompanied with a soft breeze that reached all through the Island. The man held a grimace on his face, always deep in thought. In this way, he seemed far older than what he truly was. At most he was in his late twenties, average build and tall. His eyes the color of chestnuts, large and striking, and whenever the sun struck his eyes, they would turn a brilliant gold. Atop his head laid thick curly brown hair, combed back with natural highlights of gold as well. To say the least, he was fairly handsome, though what he thought of himself was a different story.

While deep in thought, the man envisioned a darkness breaking the sky above him and engulfing his Island. The thought, however unusual, often occurred to him. It was not as if he was self-destructive, but it seemed as though it was a battle he welcomed at any given moment. Even so, the Island stood unwavering, as if in defiance of his beckoning, the darkness would not seep in. In realization of this, the man rose up from the sand that he sat upon and sighed a great sigh. A look of annoyance was upon him as he turned away from the ocean and took in the view of his Island. His annoyance was replaced with a look of exhaustion and sadness. This Island was his creation, but it was not meant for him. He had no need for it, or so he thought. The Island was stubborn and would not yield to its fate. He wanted to start over, and the Island was rooted firmly in its place within his mind. "How cruel..." the words were spoken through a sigh as the man stepped further into the Island.