And then the wind came…
Out of the house I stormed
I stepped onto the ground
Thanking it for being the only thing holding me up
And then the wind came…
The wind came and wrapped its cool arms
Around my heart
Stroking my hair and
Giving me the comfort I needed
I then looked at the ground in detestation
Cursing the ground for locking me upon it
The wind reached for me again
But the earth forced me down, down, down
Never to feel the comfort of the wind again,
Leaving me to think of how I wish the wind had never come.

Times like these
when the wind is whistling through my empty chest
when the recalcitrant organs within
are doubling me over
in a perfect bow, heaving me over the edge of the earth.
times like these
i remember
thousands of years past, thousands of lives lived
thousands of wretched souls prostrate at the feet of their lovers.
a shared quest until the end.
holding me up, urging me forward.
history.

Blank slate: To triumph or tarnish? Chalk lines prove curious.