I sit on my porch looking around

The wind and tree rustles are the loudest sounds

My breathing is low and so is my mood

Everything I see is grey hued

I zoned out as my hands grew colder

Time passed, I was a few minutes older

I heard a banging in the distance

it intruded my brain with persistence

It was a blur of a cold autumn day

I had nothing to say

Nothing to feel

I needed emotions to steal

To change my way of thinking