Each night, I whisper to the wind, letting it carry my secrets like anonymous confessions. My deepest, darkest thoughts, dreams, hopes and desires, all flowing to the far reaches on invisible currents. Like little notes tied to tumbleweeds and released to travel a dusty path of infinity. Forever wondering if another lonely soul sits out there in the wilderness, patiently listening as I do. Unburdening my soul, letting the wind’s spirit lift my worries to the heavens. Searching for a simple solace, seldom found among people. Sharing stories I would never dream of repeating in the presence of another mortal. Lends a sense of serenity to my darkened spirit, lightens my troubled sanity.
Tossing life’s worries like paper airplanes to glide on the winds current. hoping they fly far from my marrow. Releasing my spirit of haunting thoughts that seem to plague my imagination monotonously. Letting the spirit of the wind cleanse my heart and soul, bringing forth those old and familiar dreams. Ambitions that sustain and keep me pushing forward. Dreams of a brightly lit dawn, full of color and hope. Fantasies that may soon bring me out of the shadows, throw light into those craggy darkened corners of my individuality.
It may be time to venture forth once again, leaving the dim shadows behind. Time to throw off and outdistance that shield, anonymity seems to provide. Warming rays of sunshine seem to be penetrating the darkness of my self imposed prison of silence. A golden light dimly marks the path to follow, one that is uncertain yet strangely familiar. I long for the warmth of a new spring dawn, yet hold tightly to an uncomfortable foreboding. With trepidation, I ascend slowly from the shadows that have protected and shielded my spirit, hoping for a certain buoyancy.
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