The wind that sails away from you

That’s how life feels sometimes — everything in the wrong direction. Everything is fighting for attention.

You barely get your bearings, only to suddenly see yourself losing it, flailing. One hit. One miss. One kiss and the world turns around.

Always against you. Always away from you. Always always craving to be there in that oasis of bliss to meet you where you are, but always amiss.

Such is the treachery that doesn’t relent or hold us to survive this gauntlet of dubious repent. You once asked why did the wind change course.

The answer is rarely satisfying or gives any remorse because the same processing unit that asked it is still holding the key, never telling you the fee.

One that runs your blood cold to the scent of a morning untold, where the wind goes exactly where it should. Where the secret lives as a lie foretelling a mystery rather than the obvious truth that needs to die.

One housed in relentless pursuit of a gift that never suits neither you nor your fantasy in a direction or destiny sailing you home, even when you don’t even know where that is, so you moan.

At the wind to blame, asking it for a reframe missing on its song, taking you where you belong to find the YOU, you crave but will never admit that’s the rave.

Until then, my friend, carry the wind as your end till the day comes when you see yourself with no amends. As the sail accepts the wind not out of understanding but as one in living beyond a shape that can ever fit the masterpiece drawing of where knowing is going.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~