iii. I'M A RECKLESS WIND

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iii. I'M A RECKLESS WIND

- WRITTEN: JANUARY SIXTEENTH TWO THOUSAND SIXTEEN -

- POSTED:   JANUARY SIXTEENTH TWO THOUSAND SIXTEEN -




Everything around me is more prone to be broken.

Glass.

Ceramic.

Bones.

Hearts.

I am a reckless wind; it's who I am.

It's not like I can stop being who I am.

Right?

Hurricanes are dangerous and horrifying and destroy everything in their path.

Maybe they don't mean it!

They just don't know how to stop it – much like me.



I may look like a ray of sunshine

And I may say I am as cute as a rose,

But the sun burns and roses have thorns.



If you take the heat from the sun,

We're all left in a world of darkness;

Frigid and sad;

If you cut the thorns from the rose,

How will it protect itself?

It won't.


I might just ruin you [by accident].

But what's life without a little risk?







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