By the window I sat watching the wind blow. It went past so fast, like the life I wanted to live. I was done with this time and was ready to move on and be gone, far away to another land, another day. What if I disappeared, what if I didn't live in fear? What if I was the wind that blew past the time? Went through life seeing everyone across the world seeing everyone else who lives a happy life in time that's just fine. But would it be better being the wind? You tear the lives apart of innocent people. My life might be tearing, but who could possibly tear someone else's heart apart? I sat there watching the wind blow the time away and I realized I finally wanted to stay.
