We as Humans

What are you?

What are you
when it's 3am
and everything is quiet
and you're alone?
What are you
when you're sitting on a beach
in September
with sand between your fingers
and the light
just barely warming your skin?
What are you
when the sunlight shines on your hair
between the leaves
of trees you wander beneath
with the smell of earth all around?
What are you
when someone tries to catch your eye
and while you're oblivious
nothing you're doing is for them?
What are you
when you're make breakfast
for yourself alone
on a calm Sunday morning
and you burn your finger
with no one to cry to?
What are you
at 7am
standing in line for coffee
with your eyes cracked
against the sleepy fuzz?
What are you
zoning into the wall
in a second of silence
surrounded by a crowd?
What are you
lying in bed
trying to fall into sleep?
What do you become
in these moments of absence
from the facade you put up
to go about being attentive?
Without any falseness
what are you
without the mask?

Wow I'm on an update roll. Actually I wrote this two months ago and for some reason didn't realize I forgot to post it. Oops. Not my best but it's something.