Thursday, 20 March 2008
To the wind (kiss me once more).
how many people actually think about the wind? where did it start, when does it stop? who gave birth to the winds? was it the ocean that crashed and fought with the rocks in its way? did the ocean even need the wind or did the wind emerge from the voices of the water? why don't i notice when it kisses my face and tangles between my fingers and leaves me. and i walk in wander and wonder, a simultaneous movement from my mind to my feet. like a mechanical instrument that needs a chain of cogs to function. the further i walked the further i thought into this. i asked myself if the same breeze will ever come again to greet me. has it seen the world, has it seem me before? and as it blew away i was saddened that the wind would see the city, the desert, the ocean and the world all at once...and i would just walk home and hope it would return soon to tell me of all its adventures.
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i really like this. it's the sort of crazy thing i would think about lol
well crazy people think alike ;) haha
I liked how you challenged the existence of something such as wind and questioned it origins.
Chllenging the existence of something can lead to another forthcoming question.
For example, the one I always like to think over is; Why do we exist?
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