Fading

As the sun lowers,

& the city starts to breathe

The darkness of the night,

I can barely see my reflection,

In the flickering street lamp.

I'm fading.

And even though the paths

Are wet from the autumnal routine

Of scattered showers

& the sky is painted;

A soft rosy red.

My body is removed from my body

& I can see my detached self,

Curled into a ball;

An orb of absolute

Nothingness.

Yet there is nothing in everything

& everything in nothing.

I'm alive,

But I'm not living.

I'm here,

But I'm not present.

Escaped into the darkness,

Others have gone;

But unlike me

They will never fade.

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