I look down at my skin,
transparent,
disappearing.
Like a mist I stand here,
soon to be torn apart,
not that I was whole to begin with.
A small breeze,
and part of me floats away.
A light rain falls,
but soon it will pour.
Another breeze passes through me,
and made of me is taken away,
never to be seen again.
The rain is beating down,
flowing over what's left of me.
A giant gust of wind,
only my mind is left.
The rain is now a storm,
crashing down onto the ground,
I am almost gone.
A last breeze will finish me off,
the rain is dying down.
Only a puddle rests where I stood,
my life has departed for good.
I have slowly left this place,
where I stood was the base of my life.
Now that I've left the base,
there is no security,
there is no point.
I slowly fell apart,
floated off to another place.
I've faded.