I find myself inside a small bamboo bungalow, under a tree full of ripe mangos, next to the ocean. I step outside and gaze at the cheerful tree as I catch the warm ocean breeze with my finger tips. It feels like a forgotten memory. A memory that has found its way home. I sit in the soft sand as my mind is lost in my surroundings. Drifting into my pacific paradise. As night falls I tune in with the sounds of crashing waves and the constant chant of tree frogs, the occasional gecko joins in. Im drifting away under the glowing stars. Drifting, forgetting the past, unaware of the future. Never looking back, never looking forward. None of that matters.