the hardest part was... nothing
because i too was drifting in the essence of this world.
i too swam with the assembly coerced by the waves.
following the commotion, the chaos with a frenzy.
confused, disoriented, excited.
restless, tumultuous, unsettled, and wild.
that is the reality of this world, ensnared in the dark.
and pushed by its waves of the mass.
it was unearthing the light and advancing afar.
to fathom the pandemonium from a distance.
that was the hardest part.