Feels good and cold
as the wind purposely strides
the rush I feel is so much mine
My blood is pumping
my hair
it stands on end
my skin
crawls with excitement
I guess
the air is light and stressed
the journey I take
from one place to another
transports my being
out of sight
My directional sense I cannot find
I somehow feel lost
yet here I still stand.
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