Not until then.

On a day when the Sun has receded. 

When the air gets cooler and forms the darkest cloud ever.

With the first shower of some October, When I sit somewhere beneath - beneath my roof and their sky. 

With the mysterious fragrance from my damp acoustics.

Where I sit alone with a cup of coffee on some evening after a hectic yet desirable day. 

I'll endure my peace then.

I might endure peace in those stress free hours. 

In those crumbled clouds. 

In those bittersweet sips. 

I , slowly ageing , along with those age-old songs - which I would still remember playing on those dreamlike nights of childhood. 

With those who would have seen life not as a passive spectator but like a drenched gladiator. 

Who soaks in his own blood and whose hands are marred with dust and sweat.

Who have stood by their words.

Who when loved, did so greatly, and who if failed, fell into the abyss of extreme dejection.

Who love poetry, music, litrature and nature.

Who make silence a priority and solitude a choice.

When I'm with Some of the most alive humans. 

I'll endure my peace then.

I might endure then, the absence of overthinking. 

When there's a grief of losing some and yet a satiety of achieving few.

When there's a perfect balance of relief and remorse.

When even though the clock would be ticking in its resemblance of eternity, but I won't be afraid anymore - of being left behind.

I'll endure my peace then,