the wind is mine.

it fell on me the other day on a stroll through your neck. it caught me by surprise as I nearly choked to death on it. the throbbing beat suffocated my ears in its waves of subtle beauty as the violins slowly crept up and over the fluid wall of noise.

it flowed. it flowed. it flowed.
it washed together with my mind and created the stream that flowed out of my unconscious.
it swirled around inside and drove me crazy, and it touched me.
it touched me deep inside.
it reached down like the hand that guides and pulled out all that was in me from the dark abyss that i lost contact with upon birth.
i couldn't stop it.
it happened.