They say I'm crazy when I sleep with the window open
and it's 2 degrees outside
but I promise it's the only way I can breathe

And I think they laugh when I stop and take pictures of the leaves
as we walk by
because flowers get enough attention

but they don't know the wind flows through my veins
and I can hear the universe whisper my name
the only time that my inner hurricane subsides is when I'm quiet enough to listen