---something about the wind---

The wind- how is chaotically messes up my hair in every which way-it gives life to things. All is dead without it. We forget about the trees, the flowers, the ripples in the water but when it grazes their surface (its grace) it pumps like a heart the life back into the world. And I remember I have hair again and let it pump its grace (chaotically) through the brown, dead, dried strands.
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If I can successfully alter real things, then why can I not alter the realist thing I have, myself? instead I only burn inbetween the things I alter.

If my troubles are derived from emotions, then my troubles are inferior for my emotions are forever invited.