I am the wanderer, the free-spirited one. I am what you breathe; what you savour as I quietly brush past you. I am the reckless one; wild and wilder still. I am the bringer of the fresh breeze. I am the carrier of dusty storms. I breathe life into those big and small, I leave behind a mess with my wild wake and fall. I am the drug you crave on a hot summer day, I am the magic that fires passion on a cold rainy day. I fondle you in your darkest; take you soaring high when you dream. Close your eyes and feel me, for I flow through you. Wake up, and I'll steal you away into a world far away. I am the whisperer of sweet nothings, when the world around you seems chaotic. I am the beautiful bliss that subdues you when you are your own madhouse. I am the cause of the blush on your pale cheeks, I am reason for your messed up hair. I get to you past all the barriers. I caress you without you having the slightest hint of just how.
Bottle me up, cage me in. I couldn't care less. I am the same within, and without that that encloses me. Hold me close and I will still escape. Set me free and I'll lift you along with me. The scent of spring, the woe of winter; the waterfall's mist, the hearth's heat—they're all there. They all need me.
Call me the murmurer, the sweet song, or the tempest. I am, after all, the timeless one. I am that that knows no bounds.
I am wild.
I am free.
I am,
The wind.
P.S.
Please forgive me, for I think I just pushed grammar over the cliff.
This piece just had to do without some.
