The leaves ripple in the misty breeze,
waving at me through the foggy glass
which i stare through, absently sifting
through a forest of sleepy thoughts.
Fat raindrops fall and drip slowly
down the windowpane, like tears
the sky has shed. My root-beer
brown eyes are dulled under the
light of the pale grey gloom. A sigh
escapes my lips, disappearing silently
into the air. Quietly I watch the world
as each second crawls away.
Alone in the dim darkness waiting,
waiting for the sun.