Standing alone, without guilt.

No treason committed, I went my own way, alone. After so much time I can feel peace flow inside but solitude shocks the ground from time to time, the water ripples slightly. Standing above that living mirror, enjoying the breeze. The silence. Two feet above the water, on the edge of that old wood pier the fear of drowning into that water comes to mind like in volatile gusts.

Peace is fragile, equilibrium is precarious.
Missing someone to lean on and the image of myself is everyone I can afford to talk to. The reflection is shaking, it's hard to recognize it's me anymore.

Still the water is calm.