Separation

Peter had began the process, the process of a new beginning, the process of leaving the past behind, the process of meeting new people and loving what he has, the process of seeing life from a new perspective and learning things from a different point of view, the process of giving but not expecting anything in return, Peter began the process of separation, becoming one, becoming whole. He awoke today with a light in his face, a flame burned in the place of his pupils, a firey passion burned in his heart, his soul was alive, he would take what is rightfully his. He began a journey, a journey that would take years, and a lot of patience. He listened to the birds sing outside his windows, dogs barking and alarms ringing, he closed his eyes to fall back asleep but his eyelids burned. "My future is promising," he said to himself as he jumped out of his bed, the phrase had been repeating in his head all night, he could feel it in his bones, every tissue of muscle that he had, the sound of music moved his every being, walking to the kitchen he felt like he was dancing. "This is my process."