risk

to the wind with caution, I've had enough of sensless dreams. today I have my way and nobody will stop me. to the restless wind with anxieties and fears of what tomorrow may bring, I've had it all too many times. Irregularity, constance, perfection, endless waits in a baking sun; drying out the pores and cracking soft lips. just waiting, waiting, waiting for the sun to cool and for the rain to shed soft tears upon the body caked in dirt and lying in the heat. I wonder what it would be like to be cooked alive... a burning, fiery heat shooting through you veins, arteries, muscles, even bones? I wonder...I wonder.