feelings
You know when you walk along the street and feel the wind on your face? And it pushes your hair off into random directions and you feel like running into it, the way arrows turn in the wind? Like seeking the wind and escaping into it - parts of your identity being caught in it and being blown away and almost disintegrating.
To travel with it to all the nooks and crannies of the world and forget yourself and that such a being with your name exists.
In the shadow of the wind, to anywhere but here.
To travel with it to all the nooks and crannies of the world and forget yourself and that such a being with your name exists.
In the shadow of the wind, to anywhere but here.
Labels: reflections
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