Outside, the wind howled. It was less than the baying of a beast than the high, wild laugh of an old friend, driving them on. The wind did what she willed it, had since she was a child.
This quote reminds me of my loneliness.
The wind has always blown in unison with my severe obscurity.
I can perceive vague glimpses of faraway exotic lands from pre-birth, dispersed from sight by the wind currents that incarnated my consciousness in the physical body of forgetfulness.
Old places have faded away, past laughter is now no longer more than the howling of a haunting ghost captured in a blurry photo.
The wind always knows what emptiness sounds like.
Cold, abandoned and scary.
I want to hug Akis.