Standing alone, without guilt. No treason has been committed, you went your own way alone. After a lot of time you can feel peace inside but solitude shocks the ground from time to time, the water ripples slightly. Standing above that living mirror, enjoying the breeze. The silence. On the edge of that old wood pier the fear of falling into that water comes to mind in volatile bursts. Peace is fragile, equilibrium is precarious.

Missing someone to lean on and the image of yourself is everyone you can afford to talk to. The reflection is shaking, it's hardly a person anymore. Still the water is calm.