The Wind Whisperer

The Wind Whisperer


The cadence of a cold heart, caught on the cruel, bitter winds of the world. Drifting, endlessly, falling closer to the ground, but never quite reaching. An illusion of flying. If you can...catch me... :)




A story. An open ended question. If you could dance along the riverbanks of each waking morning, what colour would the sunrise paint your eyes? If this were a ballet, our feet would stay upon the ground. But we'd like to think otherwise, wouldn't we? Maybe this story is a pretty good one. Maybe the glove doesn't fit the hand. Maybe the glove just fits.

Things You Should Have Told Me

Posted by Jayson on 2011-01-30


I write scripts of what I will one day feel. Unfolding myself at that opportune moment, a seeming spark of inspiration - an impromptu persona painted on my lips. It's as honest as I can ever be.

But you
You have not been honest,
Stowing away in my heart, a fugitive of it's own mind. And the secrets you kept...

  • The night is beautiful, caught between fingertips
  • There are swan feathers buried beneath the snow
  • I'd believe in The Cure
  • I cannot breathe without you knowing
  • Love
  • I am frail
  • All my words are meaningless, to some point or another
Had I known this, coming into this life. No, I would have not changed this. But you should have told me. I've spent all this time playing in drifts that burry the dead lilies.


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