Whispers of the Wind
The whispers of the wind have always kept me awake at night. It was as if it has something to say, as if it is alive. And I must say, it was. The wind was alive. It kept me awake, making me contemplate my existence, stealing my sleep.
The whispers of the wind is awake, and every single time I turn to look at it, I see nothing. Nothing but the cold and dark night. Nothing but the remnants, the broken fragments of memories I left in the wind as I left you hanging, like the wind, hanging outside my window pane, whispering, "You deserve no one."
