I was thinking about the wind and this is what I came up with. |
The restless wind becomes an expedition beyond someone's inexperienced mind. It's a destination without a quest. An inexperienced mind can lead in many directions. Likening an object to a dream goes nowhere. It will signal a situation that transcends your innermost thoughts. New ideas soothe your innermost thoughts for a refreshing experience. The restless wind continues to blow. You can't see it, but its invisibility can either harm or bring the gentleness of a warm, cozy, enlightenment to one's mind. Blowing images of concentration into the realms of deeper thinking, the restless wind doesn't mess around; it permeates the wild side of life. Destinations unknown, the restless wind branches out into a dimension, invariably within the breezes of distinction. Until it decides to calm itself down, the translation is that it blows and blows. Sometimes, it leaves behind messes to clean up. Depicting losses of memories very much treasured, the restless wind tatters and tatters a lonesome sound, clattering torments of chattering that wails and wails. Rebounding for no apparent reason, the restless wind abounds to madness, taking a broadside view of scenes fading away into nothingness. For the visions, it proclaims to have recalled, without an escape hatch, the restless wind has a provision for the many people who have fallen into oblivion. The only way of escape, with a lot of thought for something more, is to find yourself a repertoire of visions galore. Written By Anna Marie Carlson Thursday, October 10, 2019 |