The words that chatter gently between my teeth are not in reference to the future; they are ghosts from my past, jumping along with every thought that casts a shadow on my brain. I wish to stop the unstoppable, but my involuntary rapid fire of the human psyche wears thin even the faceless puppeteer signaling the shots.
You’re like a strong wind, my strong wind; A wind blowing away the clouds trapped inside my chest that clog the arteries from spewing amore into my cerebral passages. You’re a wind I will let blow me away, and a wind that I would not attempt to determine whatsoever the coordinates in which I will be dropped.
I am a broken toy being swayed by my wind into a state of functional complete happiness. I am sorry for my current lack of functionality, for as I mentioned I am too weak to control the firing of my melancholy thoughts. What I do not apologize for, is how deeply in love I am with you, my wind.
You do not realize it, but I often lay back and let my body go limp; and the only thing holding me up is you, cradling my limbs, and keeping me afloat in the air I sometimes feel is drowning me.