new shrapnel & nose bleeds

Today my bed is my sanctuary from the relentless winds carrying on with their tantrums outside the walls of my little home. These winds are threatening to take me and my little dog too off to the land of OZ. I'm not in the mood to wet witches or search for courage, love or my brain. Today I'll wait for these things to come to me. I just want to sit here, under my blanket like a kid huddling in the middle of a thunder storm waiting to be swept away. Pretending not to be afraid.






Dear Winds,

i love you
The thing about you is that you never stay long. I know our time together is precious and I scramble to steal you for as long as possible, to make the most of what time we do have.
I trap memories of you in my mind and can recall them on whims.
Your ridiculously loud laughter, playing chase-ies around the house, I hear the doors creek as you sneak into a room, the curtain sway from you passing through. I could chase you all day, following the signs you leave behind. But you are impossible to catch, I never seem to be able to wrap my arms around you and say 'gotcha' you're too elusive, I'm not sure that you will ever truly be mine.
But it's impossible for me to hide from you, you can sneak up on me, find me no matter how well I hide. I like hiding from you, and looking for you... although all I ever see is the swaying of the trees you pass by.

Stay a while?
(L)