Temples Beating

there's nothing i can do at this point
but watch myself crash and burn
these days colder are supposed to
be getting warmer. you run out your
front door and feel that whoosh of wind
that makes your eyes tear and you remember
you're still alive. your voice croaks and you smell
the dry dullness of the air around you.
you walk down the street pass the evergreen trees
down by the creek you find solace in the
rushing water and hardness of the ground beneath you.
you stare up at the sky with clouds
making shapes around you and you wonder.
this day is still to daydream and guess about the future.
everything is so gray and beautiful.
all the leaves, flowers, and and other plant life is long gone.
you try and make your assumptions but your just so tired.



ehhh.