So I’m all alone, what else is new? But there is a difference, a slight one, that allows me to look outside my worries; outside my sorrow. I now lay, in the corner of my castle, watching the wallpaper slowly crumble to the unpolished floor of my treehouse, almost in a state of despair and distress. I have not forgotten thee, just been occupied. Many argue to differ, but I’m alone now and that is all that matters. I can see what I have become, what I have created, and I find it impossibly amazing. One look outside that hole in the wall was all I needed to feel inspired. I felt called to punch that wall and see everything light up in front of me, opening my eyes, body, and soul to another corner of the universe.

I am the owner and master of this orchestra, the one thing I can be proud of in life. Every morning, I send the dawn to rip away the dreary sky that longs to overpower me. A twitch of my finger sends rain that floods the horizon of stars, so that they can rest and prepare for the show at twilight. It is a never-ending show, that no one pays for and very few take the time to watch, but I could not be more thrilled to conduct such a beautiful sight. The water shall splash, the sun shall ride its chariot, and the moon shall shadow the warmth, but it will go on forever and nothing could make me more pleased. I did this, I created this, and when someone hears a bird sing in the dawn, I hope they do not know who it is who instructs the bird to chirp such a high note. Only the master and his pupils shall know, and our secret it will be kept.