I think I want to run away.

Leave it all behind.

Become one with the wind that blows through and past.

Over that distant ridge I spy almost out of sight.

My mind can already see the path I would take with the cool breeze at my back.

In fact, I feel like I could go even further.

***

A madness drives me.

Summoning energy from deep within my soul.

Endless as the sun and far more powerful.

It calls to me.

Whispering sweet nothings that are not but could be.

Forever onward and upward.

***

But behind me in the ruins I flee would be relics.

Memories and valued treasures that allure just the same.

Items not promising freedom but the chance of comfort.

A reason I would gladly bind myself for again.

A gamble that most people jump for.

Keeping them human and separate from the wind that blows through.

***

Do I remain human or become one with the wind?

My heart can never decide.

Forever torn by the two fates Was and Will.

Often worn out by the battle.

Perhaps I never needed to become one with the wind completely.

All I needed was a single breath.