“I buttoned my sweater against the wind on my skin - winds of change.”
“We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality.”
“My lips are chapped from the winds of change.”
“I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.”
“My belief in ghosts swings with the wind. But my belief that the cemetery felt happy and not sad—I've never changed my mind about that.”
“My thoughts took frantic flight, wanting to escape this prison, and seek out the wind so it could fan my hair and sting my skin, and make me feel alive again.”