"Lonely or at peace with your own self?" In my mind, the words flutter. "Ahh, it's restless." As if you haven't met yourself yet. When you passed yourself in the fog, your heart leapt - "Oh! There I Am! I've been missing that piece!" But it happens too quickly, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. You spend the rest of your days searching for it."
Hidden secrets make us assume no one can see them, and we also forget that we have happy parts of ourselves as well. A happy me?