Siento

mind runs fast, maybe,

too fast

chaotic

out of control

like the wind that blows

through my ears

whispering the dirty secrets of

the world,

dismantling my capability

to hear the voices of the

lifeless bodies that

move their mouths to

secrete obscure gibberish that

the wind resists to

understand

but

the wind likes to

speak to me, snickering

away with rumors

which circulate around

the moon's rendezvous

when no one is looking

above

into the day sky while

the sun slowly retreats

away from the hectic

world of the lifeless

bodies

whisper whisper

whisper hush

your mind must not worry

about those who do not seek

to climb the steep mountain

that inherently connects

with the crisps fluff

and windy breeze,

must not worry about those

who think inside the

2-Dimensional square

incapable of hearing the

voices of the wind,

the soft cooes begin

to soothe the restless

mind that holds

hundreds of tedious

projects at once, never

capable of choosing

one at a time because

that sporadic bitch is a

bitch

that loves everything with

passion making it

impossible to choose one

or a few

the wind wafts into the

tunnels that lead to the

left, right, and equilibrium

and somehow, the projects

project presence and form

into one idea

one entity

that becomes

stronger than the sway

of the air an

electromagnetic

connection between

two beings that

cannot see this

invisible magnetic force

that draws the color of energy

to embrace into an intertwined

movement of squiggles and sharp

turns

accumulating into a

strong combustion that could

quickly implode and desecrate

everything in its vicinity

only,

to say, or

maybe, to prove

that the wind

isn’t the only

invincible vehement force of energy