I am going to begin a series of posts in which I find a location. Stop. Sit. And write a poem start to finish based off of what I see, hear, and feel.
windier than expected expected to do so much with so little time but i want to stop i want to feel the wind against my skin the annoying strands of hair caught between my lips the random leaf that catches my breath and seems to pause a little longer right in front of me colder than expected expected to live like nothing is happening inside of my chest is tightened by uncertainty and yet the wind is calming me the view reminding me i want to stop
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