Farewell

It was sheer helplessness. I was unable to do anything...

What could I have done? - I can not save me from myself.

Otherwise compelled only by logic, science and almost emotionless calculation, this is quite different...

Slowly I turn my face towards the sky and open my eyes. I can feel the soft raindrops falling on my skin; my breath turns into white clouds - I can not feel the cold.

Without noticing, I stopped.

My long hair clings to my wet skin; the wind plays with the hem of my summer dress

What should I do now? Where am I going? - I do not know...

For an eternity, I now walk through this darkness, a forest around me. Only the moon looks at me through the dense treetops from time to time, as if he would take care of me.

...

In front of me a small brook ripples. One last time I press my only, beautiful rose to my chest. Then I drop her. Very slowly, she moves away from me. I watch her getting carried away by the cold.

A tear breaks out and runs - lonely - over my cheek and I go home.