[Final Breath] Eyes open, laying amongst the leaves, the last of the fallen after a long and treacherous winter. Listening to my steady breathing as it creates wispy clouds, slighty obscuring my vision of the burnt, orange sky. The sun gradually sinks into another time zone leaving behind a frigid chill. Frost begins to coat my lungs, temperature almost matching the crystal casing my heart sits in, on display to be inspected by the rare few who dare to look. Eyes now closed, feelings of content and familiarity slowly begin to seep into my bones, the darkened sky dotted with spotlights directly aimed at me. I knowingly smile. No need for a fire, I'm warmed by the wind. No need for the sun, I'm blinded by the night. No need for company, I'm happy on my own. Discarding heavy thoughts and unnecessary information, my brain and body releases a sigh. In the next moment peace is obtained. Peace being the absence of thinking, the simultaneous silence of a thousand voices. Unmoving and settled into a deep sleep, fingers and upturned lips turn blue. Undisturbed and held captive in an endless dream. With a satisfied exhale, my last breath floats away with the midnight breeze..