Alone

Alone.
High above the bobbing, cresting waves,
I sit,
upon my own little slice of loneliness,
my little island,
in the middle of nowhere,
and the heart of everything.
The mindless, soulless waves surround me.
Always near but never close,
they lap, tantalizing, at my feet.
The force that drives their lapping,
I know,
is not hate, but ignorance.
My existence is invisible,
no one, nothing, enters my island,
for I am...
Alone.