Fatigue

Autumn winter proximity may be 
me too much to think about. 
How to darkness tired 
again received, I miss 
much of the winter light. 
I feel the moment of one's 
over the past summer nostalgia. 
I was too young, tired, 
exhaustion drowned. 
Now I look in vain 
hand contact with the warm, 
hugs a friend. 
Today I follow heart sounds, 
maybe sometimes it is too quiet. 

I remember as foggy as a dream, 
love, the second a warm heart. 
I remember what about a lot of love 
I longed for, and how little of it the world 
receiving a time. 

I always looked for that which is unattainable, 
I forget what is important and what is without 
I can live again. 
Never maybe I did not find the way to another 
humans, unless you come halfway 
I received in my path.