The wind is chilled... It rushes passed my face. Am I dead? No, no... I'm very much alive. On the inside am I alive? Now that is questionable... but physically yes. I am alive. Dead, brown leaves brush passed my feet. Do they miss being attached to the tree that gave them life? It makes me wonder. Do they miss the warmth of being connected to something...? Like how I miss the warmth of an unbroken heart? Do they miss being green and alive? Wishing they were still high in a tree so they wouldn't be just something to be stepped upon by uncaring people? Possibly. Now they're just being taken to where the wind takes them... The same chilled wind that is touching the skin on my face and body... In a way everything is connected... The leaves used to be alive, but now they've gone and fallen off the tree. Leaving them dead. So, yes... I am alive. Until I fall off this Earth.