Murmur

I don’t want this burden or this life I just want to hear the song of the wind and sing to it in return and pray to any deity dying from nonbelief that somewhere out there one day somehow there is a person who will understand this love of the sky and accept it and anchor me down because I am spinning wildly out into space with the momentum of my reluctant independence driving me to insanity even as I draw ever closer to the verge of unstable brilliance hidden somewhere within the confines of every existing convention that seeks to chain me from the sunlight and although every inch of me yearns for this counterbalance more and more my foresight whispers to me that it will never come even though reassurance unlooked for tells me it will in false dulcet tones as I wither beneath the gaze of an unforgiving fate.

Then my mind clears, reality sets in, and life goes on.