Stay here with me

Finger raised, my friend pointed to a spot far behind me, near to a small no-man island. "Let's dock there." She said lazily, puffing a smoke after that, her eyes squinted a little bit in the millions of blinding sparks reflected from the sea water under the tropical sun shine. For a while, i searched in the blue horizon over my shoulder, just to make sure i got the right direction, then i turned the tiller to make an u-turn towards the direction. Then there was silence, while in between, she puffed a few smokes, seems to enjoy cutting through the warm breeze. Her hair was still wet from last dive a few minutes ago, her dark grey wet suit shine a little under the sun, still showing hints of drench. Only noise of the motor propeller could be heard and the artificial waves that were left behind by our small boat, and the wind we ran into. "You know, i think you are very weird..", my friend started, after a few minutes of silence, continued our conversation topic b

No lights on, the candle has exhausted, so as my soul. Looking at the flashing tv screen, the subtitles came on in succession, no pictures or words registered to me.The white walls flicked following the tv screen, sound has transformed itself into incomprehensible noise before reaching hearing senses. Nothing matter anymore. So just let the layer of time overlap on each other, burying the inner sorrow deep down. Layers over layers, knot tied onto another dead knot, to the point of no return. Someone flip on the light, or throw me a thunderstorm. Till then the only thing i could do is sitting there for another half century of solitude.