You wish for a wish and the genie grants you a desire that you would want to wish for. Of course it is an impossible wish that could only have been achievable with the power of the genies wish. You go insane because you were never able to achieve your wish. I wish the U.S. would stop fucking around in the middle east.

So since I just got on island, though a good way to meet people would be to do a meet up. If any of you guys are interested let me know so we can see what works best for everyone. Dont know if there is already a meet up in process so if there is, could you point me to the right direction?

Sometimes I make some small poems for fun if I am bored or before going to bed. Sometimes I even start writing how I feel and deleting it right after. This time I had forgotten to close the word file of it. So when I read it back a few days later. In there were a few symbolic line that made me think to start wanting writing a poem with them. So I did that in the following week with multiple brainstorm sessions. I'm not sure if the results could qualify as a poem since nothing rhymes in it. But I would appreaciate it if people could tell me what they think about it, before I tell what I intended everything to be in it. So how do you guys/girls interpreted this text below? I live as a walking corpse, lost in this swamp called live. Sinking to the depth, waiting for the mouth to close. The bright sky up, falling out of my reach. My goal is there, with hands reaching down. The will is like a mirror, reflected. Like the moon in the pond, where is the truth. Dreams, nightmares, illusions or reality. It blurs into a mist, making me lost in the twilight.

I´m from Portugal aswell ^^