…one was the island, the other a scene of two mountains in the distances with a road going between them…not until now did I even think the mountains and road could have been a knife wound…
I encountered a woman in prison who had been cut from her navel up to her breast.
It is possible someone in this prison may have felt he or she was on an island and wanted to get into a boat and just sail away…there is a song with those lyrics in Styx I think and Chris Cross did Sailing.
