Who are you alone?

Everyone (mostly) is terribly insecure.

Who are you beyond your knowledge, your books, your clothes, the things you are good at, your electronics, your car, your job, your music collection?

Who are you alone, outside? Alone, alone. Wilderness alone.

Do you giggle, or run? Or wander slowly? What do you think of? Are you amazed? Do you sit on the ground or do you stand? Do you find a tree to climb? Or are you on the beach making castles or collecting seashells? When no one is there, are you enough?