like a sudden gust of wind, the emotion lands. on the baritone of cello strings, weaving longing through the air. it must be the thousandth time, but the aim is true each time.
are you loneliness? should I name you sadness? i miss you so. i love you so. an inexplicable weight casting shadow on a weary heart, evaporating all the what ifs of tomorrow.
i resent the sleepless nights, but there are no battles to wage. i run from the same rotation of mistakes, from the same ending.
hands tied, turned around. where do I go?
how does the wind stop blowing?
