2021/7/7 #poetry When the wind takes me up, in a sudden rush, I become lighter, freed of my musings and rambles inside, alert to the feelings in my body, the sounds around me, the cold or heat, and the motion of the surroundings. There's no way to ignore it. There's no way to be left unchanged. The wind is a taker of dreams and other falsehoods. The wind is a bringer of harsh reality. Whooochhhsshhhhhhhh