The wind could hurt you, you know. It blows, touches your skin, brings a scent, brings some memory, remembers you to a thing. A thing that you ever had. A thing that you lost.
Every time I come home, in the night, I go outside, to get some air.
And when I do that, I realise how I loved wind. I knew wind would testify anything happened. Because wind keeps feeling. Even I lost my feeling, wind holds it tight, wind takes a good care of it, wind never lets it go.
Unless you stand tall, allow wind to flings feeling. The wind is your friend. It doesn't do what is good for you. It does what you want, what your real deep heart wants.
Well I guess, you treat yourself well, no harms will hurt you.
Every time I come home, in the night, I go outside, to get some air.
And when I do that, I realise how I loved wind. I knew wind would testify anything happened. Because wind keeps feeling. Even I lost my feeling, wind holds it tight, wind takes a good care of it, wind never lets it go.
Unless you stand tall, allow wind to flings feeling. The wind is your friend. It doesn't do what is good for you. It does what you want, what your real deep heart wants.
Well I guess, you treat yourself well, no harms will hurt you.
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