Fading Away To Nothing

I feel like I am fading away to nothing, blending into an ordinary crowd, where no one even notices me anymore. Like an April snowflake, freely falling, landing on warm cement. And, fading away with a short existence. Or, an August raindrop in a passing storm, dripping onto dry, weathered porch steps, soaking into the wood grain, absorbing the very life of me. Eventually leaving nothing behind. Or like autumn leaves, that once shined like gold in an October sunset, now slowly withering and drifting to the ground only to be raked aside, or blown away to who knows where. I feel like I am fading away to nothing. A reflection in a mirror, that I can no longer recognize. I don't want to be forgotten, especially to myself. Like a lost spirit that no one can see, or even knows exists. I'm dying out like the last spark of a flickering candle. And evaporating into thin air like melting wax. Like a piece of colored paper left in the sun's rays, losing it's original brilliance, day by day, the longer it is left there, like no one cares about it anymore. Or more like a bright helium balloon that escaped from a crying child's hand drifting away and out of my reach, gone with the wind And, disappearing into the clouds forever. Fading away to nothing.