Gusts hurt when I remember moving with the wind.
So I chase it into places I've never been and never wanted to be.
It feels like it is pulling me along so I follow faster.
My feet can barely carry me as fast as it flies.
Finally the wind runs down a cliff and lands in a beautiful valley.
I can not follow it any longer so I stand as it rushes past me.
At first it hurts as I think of being one with it, but feeling it's difference is it's own pleasure.
I feel the wind blow past me, to a place I don't want to go.
So I let it pass until all that's left is the air.
I don't need to run anymore.
#Chasing wind
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this is beautiful, stapes! i would love to read more from you, keep on making wonderful masterpieces.