Longing the Wind
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
The sinking feeling
of the weight of a thousand worries.
The sharp breaths of lungs,
as the sound carries
in the back of my mind.
Thinking will I ever catch up,
as I try to grasp the wind beside me
since it is so free, so effortless
but it slips through my fingers.
As does most things
with the weight of a thousand worries.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
thank you for reading
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