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You can't have the good without the bad. It has to come around some time, I guess.
I am unable to walk on my right leg. Ouch.

Wind.
You can taste
The speed of it as
Slanted raindrops
Divert onto your tongue,
Falling into place with
Your taste buds
As music pumps in your ears,
Somehow synonymous with
The random placement
And pattern of raindrops
On the table on your porch,
Which once used to hold
That glass of rum
You had
That summer night,
Lingering in your kisses
As your hands rested
On my waist.
Wind.
You can hear it,
See it in the secrets
Amongst the trees,
Humoring each other
With their tales.
The same trees
We sat in by moonlight,
Sharing my story
As tears rolled down
My scarred cheeks.
Wind.
You can smell it
In the cool grass,
Flattened by countless
Footsteps where we ran,
Where we sat,
Where we laughed,
Where we laid
With your arms around me
Brushing your fingers
Through my hair
Until I drifted
Off to sleep,
Waking to new rays of sun
And a walk ahead.
Wind.
You can touch it,
Feel it between
Every line on your fingertips.
Different lines
And a different feeling
For each person
Just like the feeling
Of cold,
The feeling of fear,
The feeling of accomplishment,
The feeling of security,
Loneliness, freedom,
The feeling of love.


I feel like I'm losing against gravity, just falling.



Hello cumulonimbus.