What would you do if you were stranded on a deserted island? 

You use what you got to get wherever the fuck you’re going. And who’s to say you need a destination? As long as it’s not stranded at the island. Never to say you won’t go back to the island. You know that island, and that island knows you too. You can be safe there or suffocated. Freed and trapped. Comforted, and yet reminded why you left in the first place. Either way, you got to do something. So how about you pick some leaves, snaps some branches, get off your ass and do literally anything. 

Because you’re leaving that island.