I am the wind, criss crossing, zig zagging chill, almost passing through your bare bones
But its not my fault
I watch the people as I enter them, this time of year is not good for my mental health
Makes me angry, my exuberance and exhilarating chill clashes against unrequitting skin
They just don’t know how much I love to talk
I wish it were summer
Oh here’s another soul, fphewm
Oh he likes it, my dear friend are you a god?
It’s ok little wind, I like drinking in the cold
A deep breath and its exhilarating
Its not too much for you? How frigid and talkative I am?
No man you have a good energy and a good clear voice
Will you be my friend mister, its been so lonely since I died
They clouds are either gone away or there’s too many booming voices
Yes I’ll be your friend little wind, until next time
It’s lonely again the clouds are too small and they have little voices I can’t hear
And I’m so strong one push sends everyone far away
Are there other winds? Other winds I can talk to?
I’ll go to the furthest horizon in search of them