My own little island….
We lock ourselves away and, for various reasons.
To be insecurity, rejection, fear, hurt. We make our batten down the hatches, lock and hide. From ourselves, others and the world.
Outsiders will sometimes say things like, "You can not do that!" or "You need to get out again.". People understand it, you have time. You and to find the way back.
Spontaneous outbursts with the help of friends do me good. To surround myself with people who understand me and my "I-self" can be or at least accept.
Every man is an island. We are islands of hope, love, sadness, anger, remember and forget... I see this as a fundamental right