The Wind
As it blows by the acoustics of my ear produce a howl that resonates so deeply my skin rises. I gently lean into it, I relax my body and feel my arms begin to flail lightly. I raise my chin and tip my head back, taking a deep breath, my lungs chill as they feel its moisture pour in. My clothes press against my skin as it rushes by me, making them flutter behind me. Blowing harder; the palm trees near me swish and strain. Intensifying gradually for what seemed like a suspended lapse, it suddenly stops. My momentum, making me loose my balance. I step forward and stand up straight, its gone.
guilty pleasure
I inhale. The smoke cascades from the back of my throat into my lungs. Plunging in, I feel my chest expand. As the clouds barrel and spread across my pulmonary glands, I feel relief. I then sigh out the contents in an agreeable manner. Never forgetting that this subtle pleasure has dire consequences.
Once Upon A summer Night
Its white glimmer caught my eye.
The moon came in through my window tonight.
Its shine distorted by the glass.
The moon came in through my window tonight.
I stretched my hand out and watch its light turn it pale blue.
The moon came in through my window tonight.
It made me smile.
The moon.
