i thought it was perfect, just me an you. together forever, how could i be so stupid? was it that wind, carrying the emotions and hate of the world? on my back, somehow, carried off of yours. why is the world so ungrateful? why will it never be enough? was it the wind, carrying the deeds i have yet to do, or the rustle of the leaves telling me to stop dreaming and wake up. what do we even live for, why do we need to work? money buys you food, water, a house. to live but for what? to live for what? there is nothing to live for without you. because you were my everything, my home and yet that wretched wind billowing past the plains, somehow targeting me. it blew it all down-- my fairytale, my home, you, my home. my purpose. but nothing will last, and as my head lowers from the clouds, and my mind begins to sync. finally realizing, from that horrible dream-- that wind, that heartbreaker, that devil who ripped my soul, my heart, my life. apart. it was you. wasn't it?
