The Silence

I don´t wanna waste time. Anatomically proved that you don't need me. Why do I desire the space? All the leaves of November already in the floor. Sounds like the birds are away, after the sun. Leaving all the silence behind. The earth is breathing. I look up the sky to try to see how can I fly way. And there is something that the rain wants to say. Or it's only you, still close, all the time while I stay.