Stranded

Stranded in a good way. Or was it good? This is what I really wanted, right? I had run to a place where no human had been before; no human had been here to set laws or destroy the nature. No civilization. I looked around at the black sky, lit by lightning and gray swirl-clouds. In front of me was a writhing ocean, alive with its gliding, crashing waves. And here I was, surrounded by trees. It was definetely my type of place. I could survive here--I had packed enough food, hadn't I? Then I looked around at the storm and saw it in a different way, a life-threatning way. I sobbed until I couldn't anymore. And when I stopped, I realized that at least this was better than the real world. Then again, wasn't anything?