The island of Nobodies That island was inhabited by Nobodies. Nobody listened the sound of the seas wandering around. Nobody smelled the pine needles stacking on the ground. Nobody was conscious of all that beauty. And nobody was alone. There was plenty of Nobodies. They were in every corner of the island. Every time a bird sang, Nobody was there to listen. Every snowflake that melted under the sunlight, Nobody was there to see it. Every time a caterpillar became a butterfly, a dozen of Nobodies was there to contemplate it. When everything was quiet, Nobody could actually hear the sun setting beyond the sea. Everything was dyed in the kind of orange that gets inside you and warms you up. Nobodies felt full of peace. One day, Nobody realized he was Somebody... (To be continued) I will thank any corrections or comments!