inside the wind

i wish i could be inside the wind and outside of my head. not on a high, and not on a low; but with minimal anxiety though, and a new level of depression that doesn’t have me crippled to the bed…

the wind is irresistible. the wind is respected, and at times, feared. the wind is also invisible, but it is also revered…

to be inside the wind, would be not so much an escape, but an existential reprieve, a never-ending, shape-shifting relief…

it’s 6:06am, i find myself wanting to be inside the wind, once again, but today, i’m in trouble though, for there is no wind. the air is cold, still, and thin…

i just arrived back inside of my head and i cannot remember where i went, i cannot remember where i’ve been…

my own mind, it seems, has rejected me, neglected me, only to have finally accepted me. eccentric thoughts that are complexed~jinxed~perplexed…

there may not be any wind but, i’ve got the sunset in my pocket and i visited the moon last night on my rocket. with the sunrise fast upon us, i fully intend to sue the day to get back all i lost in the fight~

so, i sit here, on my porch, which feels like out on a limb, with pressured speach and thoughts i wish i could rescind, as i patiently wait, to slither back inside the wind…

stay up; stay human too…

#builtnotbought #whiteknuckles #inthegrip

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