When the wind listens

After a good cry, this night doesn’t look too bad. The moon is a full one tonight and I won’t fall asleep…
Leaning against my open window, I feel so vulnerable, so loose, so shaken. Mom pats my shoulders gently and tells me not to expect so much from myself at 18. If only her words would stay in my head. If only I would listen, it would be so much easier…
The wind hears my anger and frustration. The wind listens. I close the window and leave my room.
I talk to Nura. She listens and responds. She is a friend so she listens. The wind listens but without a response.
It’s almost 1 a.m. and the odor of this room is killing me. I open the window again and the wind is still there, listening. Except I’m quiet now. I am quiet in my head…I want to sleep.

Elle

The first thing I think about when I wake up is coffee. I love the smell, but I mostly love the comfort it provides. It makes me forget what is happening in the outside world. It makes me feel okay. It reminds me that I am alive and that I have a lot to be thankful for.

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  3. the wind
    April 14, 2006 at 10:07 am

    I’ll always be there for you, listening, but also daring you to find the answers yourself. It’s within you to do so.
    I’ve been struggling to make a decent pizza from scratch. It’s been interesting but I’m getting close after a couple of weeks and an inch added to my waistline. Even the failures are tasty.
    cheers,
    Dick

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