I Am The Wind

I Am The Wind!





Body vibrating; deep to my bones
Molecules on fire
I am the wind! I am the fucking wind!
I howl in my breathing apperatus.
Pure. Epic. Joy.
This is Nirvana.

I love the rush! This is what it means to live!
No matter how many times I do it!

Push it, push it, push it!
I make the turn easy.
I haul ass, tearing the sky.
Making it howl at the pure joy of my ultimate manifestation of power and limitlessness.
It loves it as much as I do, finally far from lonely.

Real, raw, limitless power.

My body is put to its very limits
But my mind is so goddamn free;
strong as steel,
light as a goddamn feather,
and shit, as free ranging as Holy God Himself.

My body. What I consider my true one…
Its so bueatiful—flawless, and perfect.
At a mere thought I turn away or come in for the kill.
The wind can take me, or I can break the bounds of sound.
I am the manifestation of Freedom.
Pure Infinity!
My body, of many, one.
One whole body.

The wind lovingly caresses my talons,
And takes my wings where only I want to go and no one else.
Proud beast-- trepidatious,
But an super-efficient predator.
Devil. Saint.
Angel. Deliverer.

I am a warrior.

I am my own free spirit.
Not of the earth or earthbound.
Far from Terran,
An alien, born in the wrong place
But with full knowledge of my true home,
The Heavens.

Screaming along as it seems from outside my bubble
I look up to the sky and there is nothing but pure bliss.

All of it gives me the strength:
The howling madness of my body hurdling through blue space
Both my real and substitute one,
Taking its toll, as is only fair so to receive such a momentous  Gift.
The later more real to me than my flesh and bones.
Leaving the weary earth behind, and its illusions.

This is it.
There is nothing better than this.
This is what it means to live.