Iceland

     That one country in-between no one knows and no one cares. Why would you want to travel there when the number one hated object in the world is in its first name.
     Have you ever been to Iceland? Have you ever been sight seeing? Tasted the food? Learned the language? Read the books? Met the boys? Met the girls? Who knows if they are better looking than the ones from California.
  
     There’s always that one thing that we love but no one else does. That one person we will never stop caring about no matter what everyone else says.
     But why? Is it because we want to be special, or be different? Or is it because God somehow someway accidentally wired our hearts with theirs.
  
     We’re taught to be different. But we all turned out the same. We all love cars and hate the cold.
     But maybe I’d rather ride my bike even if it’s 10 degrees outside.
  
     We were discussing music. He says he loves anything from Iceland. I’m from Iceland. He must love me.