the wind pressing between my fingers, pulling
like someone eager to show me something
beautiful, makes me wish they were feathers
and i would be riding the thermals, nearer
to the clouds and
to the sun
and God.
walking down the sidewalk on a windy day, just nonchalantly open your hands and spread out your fingers- feels amazing.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
1 comment:
i know that feeling.
it's a nice feeling.
i think anything involving the wind feels nice... unless it's too strong. then i just choke lol.
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