“Close your eyes.
Imagine you are standing barefoot in the middle of a brick road.
It is late in the afternoon.
The sky is a soft pink.
The wind is carrying flower petals in its breeze as you walk down this deserted road.
The leaves on the ground start to whisper behind you.
The breeze caresses your cheeks, and the wisps of your hair start to swirl around you.
The whistling spirits start to tug on the fabric of your clothes.
The wind is now so strong that you feel like you are being swept up by the tides.
You move one foot in front of the other, but no longer feel the uneven brick beneath you.
The wind cradles you in its arms as you float away from the stone path.
You swirl and twist in the air with ease and begin to feel sleepy.
You sigh a breath of content and the wind intertwines itself with the air from your soul.
You gently begin to melt into the breeze.
Becoming the wind that tickles the eyelashes of lovers and stirs the glassy surface of lakes.
Carrying the secrets of birds and the hopes of flowers.
You kiss the sea foam and the clouds.
The sun’s gentle fading rays wrap themselves around you until your essence drifts away;
Traveling to foreign lands where you fall upon the eyes of dreamers as they blink up at the stars.”
-anon.
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