No cameras. No spotlight. No fame.

The absences that make me overjoyed.

Every time I step outside, I can still hear the camera shutters click, the reporters and so called “fans”.

But they’re not there.

There’s nobody waiting.

Nothing to see.

Only what once was.

There’s an indescribable liberty in this average way of living. A newfound freedom which I had desired for so long. For once, I am normal. Treated like anyone else. Away from all attentive eyes.

I’m only left with… what once was.