I\'m tired ...
Like the leaves in the fall
clinging to its branch ...
Kissed by the frost
slowly dying to be reborn ...
I\'m tired ...
Like the dying, light brown grass
thirsting for the rain never falling ...
Drying out
like the brook in the once lively forest ...
I\'m still ...
like the calm before a storm
breathless like the air a hot summer day ...
Existing in nothingness
missing the kiss of life, waiting ...