I've been more than busy these past few weeks. In general, January was quite chaotic. But today I decided to write something small. Every time that I have gone outside these days, the wind has been blowing hard. Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe ...
Inhale.
Exhale.
Slowly, there is no rush.
It pushes me, speeding up my pace.
Come on! Walk! Move on! Float lightly, like a feather in the air!
Cold wind. It tousles my hair, which has never been tamed.
The scarf flies and tangles. It prevents me from seeing my way.
Everything is dragged, everything is moved.
The calm. The rage.
Suffocating wind.
It clouds me, it pulls me.
It asphyxiates me.