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There's a few things I gave up around the time of Desiree's disappearance. It was mostly little things, brought on by my lack of caring about just about everything and anyone. I always sort of regretted closeting my guitar, though, any maybe the island knew that somehow. After seeing this place's own brand of miracles, I wouldn't be surprised.
Mikal goes off on her own sometimes, that little dog at her heels. I don't mind so much, knowing she's always been the kind of person who always needs to be on the move. For the most part, she's seen most of the island with me now, minus the places even I won't step foot into. Now, I figure, she needs time for herself. It just means I need to find something to do myself, and usually - maybe more often than not, now - I reach over to pick up what this place gave me.
Leaning against the wall my bed's pushed against, I get comfortable with the instrument in my lap. Lately, I've been finding myself trying to learn that song we'd played so many times on the road. I always wondered what Eugene would think of me learning the chords to his song; what would happen if he ever came to the island and found me doing this. I always figure he'd be fine with it, since he did get over us playing the song over and over again back there.
And so, I play. The island has given me a new sort of idleness to deal with, but it's one I don't mind so much. That alone is a step in the right direction.
Mikal goes off on her own sometimes, that little dog at her heels. I don't mind so much, knowing she's always been the kind of person who always needs to be on the move. For the most part, she's seen most of the island with me now, minus the places even I won't step foot into. Now, I figure, she needs time for herself. It just means I need to find something to do myself, and usually - maybe more often than not, now - I reach over to pick up what this place gave me.
Leaning against the wall my bed's pushed against, I get comfortable with the instrument in my lap. Lately, I've been finding myself trying to learn that song we'd played so many times on the road. I always wondered what Eugene would think of me learning the chords to his song; what would happen if he ever came to the island and found me doing this. I always figure he'd be fine with it, since he did get over us playing the song over and over again back there.
And so, I play. The island has given me a new sort of idleness to deal with, but it's one I don't mind so much. That alone is a step in the right direction.