Is it me or does this weather feel like love? Like a smell from my childhood on the tip of my tongue.
I’ve been hit by this wind before.
I have been in love in this warm and windy night.
My veins exploding with butterflies from underneath my flesh. It’s the wind who embraces me now.
This vessel which holds my spirit revisits all dimensions our loved lived through. Lost in space and time, this pheromoned air hits my face and brushes my hair— reminding me of a gentle touch.
These goosebumps erupted memories, caused by a nosy wind who witnessed our intimate adventures. How timeless our love felt in this weather.
I have felt this wind before.
It found me and came to ask when will we meet again.
