Easy Breeze



Easy breeze blows above my head, nonchalant, surprisingly gallant.

"Let me take your hand and lead you to a place where phases end, and thoughts fly away."

Romancing my spirit and breathing into my hair, the breeze whispers words from another time, rubbing calmly over my scars, sugarcoating my wounds and promising me, A Better Reality.

The sun is wiser, the sun knows better. "Do not trust the breeze", it fires from within.

"But it feels easy, it feels right", I say, and I lay my hand in the winds hands. So permeable!

"I'm still holding them", the wind smirks.

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