Winds Of Change

Nature speaks her mind so passionately through the wind kissing skin to comfort sorrows one dwells in. She aches for subtly and vulnerability.

Where does she go? Which direction did she come from? No one truly knows. Like a ghost, she comes and goes existing beyond the scope of being.

How does one evolve from the state of being to becoming something greater? She brings such a thought to the table for all that take her in.

Comforted and a relived even as it may be in the moment, none can live without her. She revolves around those that are stuck in the state of being as well as those that become something greater.

See, there’s no favoritism in her. She chooses all or none. Life beyond the scope should be something greater. Something to chase in the wind. Hearts scream but never respond after. They choose silently but never make a move.