“My lips are chapped from the winds of change.”
“I buttoned my sweater against the wind on my skin - winds of change.”
“My Zombie apocalypse plan is simple but effective; I fully intend to die in the very first wave.Seems more logical than undergoing all kinds of hardships only to die eventually anyway (through bites/malnutrition/or terminally chapped lips)”
“I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.”
“My lips touched hers, like two butterflies in the wind. Then I went home, cut off my eyelids, and I’ve been living in darkness since.”
“The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.”