outside-in

What you see is what you get. The island is imaginative enough. Creativity don__ need to be wasted on naming things.

We are living from inside out not from outside in.

There__ a drive in a lost soul__n one that is searching for acceptance, companionship, belonging, whatever you want to call it. The slightest coincidence ignites a spark that one hopes will lead to something meaningful.

The waves splash against my face, carrying a message: Welcome, you belong here.

To exist here, I__l have to become skilled in saying no__n art in which I was once well accomplished, but one I no longer care to practice.

There's nothing like an orgasm to make a person think--and more often than not, to think too much.

My discontent has accumulated over the past months, searching for a leak in the dam I__e constructed to separate my true feelings from the situation closing in around me.

I am two people. One goes through the motions, rolling from one thing to the next; the other is withdrawn, watching a complete stranger.

There's nothing like an orgasm to force a person to think--and more often than not, to think too much.

I never get used to the faces--wide-eyed and full of possibility--staring bad at me.

Rationalization is foreplay with one's conscience.

Even the best buzz wears off, and you wake up more trapped than the day before.

When compared side by side, my days can barely be distinguished from one another. The only difference is what I do after work and with whom I do it.

I__ like a fish in a pool, turning quickly to avoid what challenges it. My only decision is whether to go right or left to sidestep confrontation.

Nothing worse than someone who goes to the dance, is excited to dance, dances all night, and then complains all the next day about his feet being sore.

Word has traveled quickly that just because you're on island doesn't mean you have to be stranded---as long as you have cash.

Now I feel free, and hope is creeping back. Maybe because I'm paying attention to what I have rather than what's missing.

Variety may be the spice of life, but consistency pays the bills.