And so it is that everyone left and we stay behind in absolute tranquility, lazy existence as the morning sets in. The bird sings daringly and loudly hiding in some tree branch that I cannot see. This is me, loud but faceless, hiding behind curtains of behaviors that I display but which are not a reflection of all I am. Just a fraction of being.
I am not sure if what I feel is the ultimate determination to emerge from within or the lazy despondency of just letting go swimming against the current.
I want to strip myself of all the facades that keep me from existing openly and freely. I want to stand in the highest branch and proudly sing to the world that wants to listen, and nothing else matters. Only the serenity of existing.