The Blowing Wind

I’m standing here with no reason. Sometimes I feel cold….really cold. It seems like I can’t take it anymore. Then I lose all control….I can’t remember anything….

I find myself again….in the same place. I wonder why I’m still here. It was painful…I still remember how painful it was. When I think about it, I feel the pain…the same pain I went through.

I keep telling myself to get the hell outta here. I don’t know….

Yes…it is painful. Oh yes it is. I don’t know if I’m nuts or what but it’s an essential pain. There’s something in this pain I must have. Something in this pain is a part of my life.

I’m still here….breathless. I take a deep breath but no air seems to come through my body. I feel like I have been running with this pain for a long…long time. I don’t know what else to do. I’m so tired. I want to stop right here but I cannot do.

Then I realized …I keep running because I’m so happy. I love the feeling of the blowing wind on my face. It doesn’t happen all the time but when it blows me, it blows everything away…my heart and my soul.

I would run a thousand mile just to feel one time of the blowing wind.

So I run and run…..

I never have a destination but I never gonna stop though.

And the wind just blows…..blows me…blows me away.