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Thoughts of the wind

I'm standing here on the cliffs, the cold, black water gushing far below me against the rocks. The wind throws the waves up higher and higher and it envelopes me. I can feel the goosebumps on my bare skin. My thoughts are enveloped by this skin; Its most important function is the protection of my thoughts, there is nothing else it seems useful for. I take one step further towards the cold water, the wind drives me on. My thoughts scream at me, I should just turn around and run away, but the wind keeps me here.

The longer I stand here (my body must be freezing by now) the quieter my thoughts become. Still quieter, as if they had become the thoughts of the wind. Carried away from this place, floating through the world. My thoughts are not mine anymore, so I take the last step. It feels like flying and I hear the wind whispering my thoughts. Are they still mine? No, they are now part of the wind, which brings me gently to the cold water. Almost silently, I slide into the cool water. The wind whipping up the water, as if angry it has lost control of me. But I dive deeper into the cold water, while the wind carries away my thoughts more and more quietly. Mine? No, they have become thoughts of the wind ...