Oh silly me, where do i start?
I need to start at a certain part.
I think i know,
So now lets begin.
As I walk freely,
The wind tingling my skin,
I begin to feel cold,
And the lights in my eyes dim low.
I stop against a tree, and i slide down,
Nice and slow.
I place my hands beside me, the grass tickling my skin
Then the rain trickling begins
“Why in this moment?” I ask, my mind starts to race.
I try to breathe slowly, trying to pace,
But now i can’t quite,
stay wide awake.
The wind turns cold,
My skin starts to quake,
I might just freeze at this rate.
I slowly snake down, letting my full body rest,
Now on this damp ground, I breathe in and out with my chest
As my pace of breathe softens,
And so does my heart.
Tears trickle down my cheek,
Now here, I feel like i'm at my peak.