She hid something from the world, her emotions-buried deep inside. So hurt that the warmth has faded,so used to loneliness that affiliation is unpleasant. So detached that she can’t let her guard down even for a minute. She told others the things she needs to tell herself. No one ever got closer, the one’s that did, never returned.
A mysterious island, an exploited gold mine guarded with the ghosts of tourists. Fear of the past repeating itself 🔂
As the island she is isolated, the hope that someone just as lost might come along and make home there, keeps the island afloat.
These ideas ever so conflicting hover over the island fogging its skies.