A soft whisper-y breeze,
A collateral hurricane,
When sanity swirls and swoops in haste,
Wind cuts in and takes my words away,
My words flow through the ocean and over the mountainous ranges,
And reaches you in the exact same state as I say,
Shaken voice and unsure words,
But delivered in utmost and utter-able ways,
Tides carry back your message to me,
A bird too, preferably
But those words so hurtful,
So painful,
That a part of me just died inside !