Its cool and dark outside tonight. No moon or stars can be seen where I am. Its nice. And the wind makes it that much better. It sings its sweet, delicate lullaby to all who listen as it dances through the trees. A distant wind-chime tinkles softly as the wind toys with it.
I wish this moment would last forever.
Just me and the wind and the chime.
Its one of the few things I still really, truly enjoy. Its one of the only things that remind me I'm not all replaced parts. Its the only thing left that always alleviates the crushing emptiness of depression, like it's blowing through me too, not just the trees, filling all my empty spaces. It's the only thing that I can really, honestly say that feels good still.
The wind, to me feels like loneliness, and that, maybe, we can be lonely together, making us both not so lonely, even if just for a while.
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