This isn’t my work, though it describes what I’ve yet to find words for.


The Wind

“Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.”
– Bruce Lee

Wind at my heels.
Quickly propelling me.
Towards destinations unknown.
Social Security Doctor tomorrow.
Terror mounting; deprivation of sleep too likely.
Outside, the wind whips, ever faster the gusts they come.
Perhaps the trees breathe easier, way up there.
I sometimes feel their sway too.
Fleeting it is, as age continues.
I hope I find answers.
The Wind is strong.

This is likely to be my last post for some time, as I’m currently moving.

It’s chaotic. I hate it. I love it, I’m starting to panic. I’m excited. I’m scared.

Once I find a way to obtain internet access again post-move, I shall provide more as the tale reveals itself.