The Wind

things change on those days when the wind switches direction

it feels so good

on those days you long to feel the cool breeze on your face the wind has long gone

the wind likes to show up on those cold ass misty days when the last thing you want is to have it blowing in your damn face

then it's gusts get so strong damn near knocks you over.

an angry fist that generates blow after blow after..

why do you do that?

why doesn't it ever give us what we need when we need it?

because it enjoys to watch us suffer?

hug me. surround me with your warmth.

whisper in my ear a ballad of endearing comfort

take me away to the euphoria only you can bring

don't disappear when i need you most

stop disappearing when i need you most.


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