Harboring a disconnection. The world spinning around me, and i feel so close to nothing at all. The trees are dying; they gave up control. Can't help the rejection, caution, being alone. Feet are soft on the concrete. Chests are not rising every time that we breathe. Is this world simply asleep? Blanket wrapped around this state, the illusion that it's keeping the citizens safe. I am losing my confidence with every mistake. Cold and withering - fingertips on ice. The scenery has lost all sense of temptation. Isolation is in the steps that we trace. Searching for the thrill of the chase. Searching, always searching. We don't want our lives to end this way. In this winter heartbreak, shivering off the dead leaves and breaking promises to stay. I am promising i won't stay.