Life is like this big gigantic pin wheel. Spinning and turning with the gust of the wind. Sometimes the wind is absent and the dry air holds the wheel from moving forward. no control is left and fustration enters into each cove like a rock holding back a wave back from playing with the shore. It desires to dance with the other waves. somtimes the wind is too fast and the wheel feels like it will be torn apart by the gusts leaving it crazed and high. all it sees is flashes of light but full of life. Embracing the rush because it is moving and spining on the ride of its life.
The wind is a torment, its never one pace, a big tease to the flow of the wheel and the air it was destind to move through.
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