If I ever get older - a collection of thoughts

Cold as rain

As he, as in a dream, was floating, slightly, quietly, as a tendered feather, he was floating on the surface of the sea. The sky had become black, as a corp it was now sending shivers of cold down his spine and without eyes, the sky, was now, nothing of all he could see.

While the man looked up at the sky, he had realised, that the sun had long ago, left his side. He had now tears in his eyes, but with a quick breath, he turned with his mouth open.
"Who am i" the man yelled, in despair of the yet absent light of life, and only a glint of himself.

As he, as in a dream, he was still floating, now not so slightly, nor quit, as a tendered feather, the man was now in despair. The body twisted and turned, and from a distance you could feel the man's heart burn. "Who am I?" the man yelled once again, but now more afraid than he should of been.

Hands, as cold as rain, slightly curled their steady way around his now quit body. And as the body sunk, it was now tourn, still slightly, as in a dream. but the man was not longer floating, and the sun had turned his back.
2015