Akira Republic

As the seasons change and the once lush life begins to fade, I sit there pondering if the loneliness of these passing seasons will cease. I wish for someone to be with me to watch the birds migrate, the cool breeze which brings the rain and the snow, and watch as the last leaf from the tree falls gently to the ground. I may not know the comfort that many know, but I do long for such a thing to become reality.