Nothing ever lasts.

Wherever I go I'm just destined to leave that place soon enough.

I sigh as the wind combs through my hair.

My hand feels numb from gripping the boats tiller. My arms are tired from fighting against the ocean's current.

Some fish leap from the water and I look at them for a moment. They seem to return my glance before they disappear.

Gone

Just like everything else. It seems like every time I land somewhere, every time I meet someone or find a place that seems hospitable, it goes away. Torn away from me by forces that I can't even begin to understand. I shouldn't have to, I'm only ten.

Sometimes I wonder why I ever left Outset.

If I'd never left, never gotten onto that pirate ship, I never would've known how lonely the open sea is.

It's just me and the King of Red Lions, but he's no company.

The closest things I have to real company are the seagulls. But whenever I see the birds, I start to think about Aryll.

Then I become even lonelier, so the birds are no help.


I'm not sure I really have anything anymore.

All I do is rush between one thing and the next, the world a blur around me.

Sometimes I get a chance to catch a glimpse of it, but that just makes it worse once its gone.

I miss living in one place. I miss being able to take more than one breath on an island before I'm whisked off to some far off place.

I itch to just stop. To stop all of this on the next island I set foot on. To abandon it all and live out my newfound dream of a stationary life.

Wouldn't that be great?

But I can't, because that would mean abandoning my sister and maybe even the whole world. And I'm not that selfish.

Am I?

Well, I'm still doing this. So maybe that proves something.

But still, the dormant pain of homelessness burns me.

Because that's truly what I'm feeling.

Being without a home, an island, any friends. Without anything to go back to. Everyplace I go is some blank slate, where no one knows me. I wish I could just dock at an island and have someone say hi as I walk into town.

I miss that, people saying hi to me.

It's been so long since I met someone for a second time.

But I guess that requires staying in the same place for any length of time and that take me back to my original problem.

If I don't stay in any one place more than the others, I don't have any place to call home. No place to go back to. No place that I can call MY island. My home.

I guess that until this is all over, I'm going to have to be my own home.

My own island.

I push against the tiller again, changing the boats direction by a miniscule degree.

I sigh.

It seems like this will never end.


Nothing groundbreaking or of super seismic importance(At least that's what I think), but I said on my profile that I was going to do an existential windwaker oneshot, then I found myself in a writing mood but unsure of what to write. So this was born.

Let me know if you liked it (or not)

Don't be afraid to be harsh, I can take it. Just no flaming.