my concoction

Calm. Controlled.

Inside, my mind is an exceptionally strong concoction of doubt, worry, anxiety, stress, excitement, hope, and confusion.

Cold feet creep quickly.

I audaciously reassure myself:

“This is normal.”

… But somewhere in the vacant fissures of my existence, I wonder, with honest reservation, if this isn’t happening too fast.

Too fast.

So many questions.

You have something.

Do I?
Will I?
I’m searching… in the middle of nowhere.

Lost yet found, on this island.
Stranded.
Deserted.
With nothing and no one, but an opportunity.