I hiked into the woods to get some quality alone time. Distraction free. I like it out here. My thoughts dim and my mind stops racing. I stop over thinking. I could sit here on this rock alone and do nothing for hours. The sound of the breeze blowing gently through the bare trees and the light rustling of the leaves across the ground. The perfect melody. The anger, the disappointment of a poorly lived life do not exist here. There’s just wind and the noise of distant birds. The emptiness inside me fits my surroundings. I’m just another fallen empty hollow tree here. Unjudged and content. Not a sad reminder of what can be wrong with a man. Not the overwhelming let down of his bad decisions. Not empty but spent. Decaying into something more then itself. Festering and decaying into the ground to become a thousand new and healthy things. I’m nothing less then a fallen tree. That is something I can be content with.