I’ve been running so fast. So far. For so long.
I feel light, headed.
I feel free, I am.
Twisting,
With the wind.
Falling down.
Flying up.
Smacking you,
Gently on your face.
Oh so many times I’ve feel to the ground.
Oh so many times I have died.
I will flow.
Where I flow there Is a portrait of me.
A portrait of the wind.