Stuck on an island of bliss

I am stuck on an island of bliss.

I now sit in a world, so foreign to me, yet all around me humanity gets on with its way of life, majestically oblivious to my intrusion. Why should it be any different, their pleasure so preciously stored in alabasters of self.

Time to rest, I think, and recuperate from the rigours of my life, and reckon on the immense pleasure that is creation.

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PS clearly struggling to get too many comments out. The connection here takes an age, but I kind of like that.

PPS to share of myself with you, fellow life travellers, is a joy & pleasure. Thankyou.