In the night I listen to the wind whisper to me. Asking me about my day, I would tell you it went good. When I tell you my day went bad you would ask me why. I would tell you because I felt alone, felling alone to me is like you hurt getting ripped out of me. Then the wind would ask me why did I feel alone why did I feel the way I felt and I would say, I thought I had no one at my side I was confused. Then the wind would tell me I am never alone someone is always with me and will always be there for me I ask myself if someone is always with me then why do I worry so much., why do I put myself through all this trouble and all this stress. Even though it sounds weird talking to wind, I know I can talk to the wind when ever. Not only people can understand us but things in this pretty world can talk to us and understand us too. Human are not the only ones in this world there are still living things.
January 23, 2009