the wind

As I was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, returning home from a long and depressing day, many thoughts floated around in my head. I shall talk only about one.

Why did I have to be a human-being? I want to be like the wind that made the leaves of the palm trees sway. I want to be free, like the wind. I want to roam around, like the wind. I want to be full of life, and strong, like the wind.

what am I here for? Who shall I influence? The world won’t really lose a person if I die, because I am equivalent to…nothing.

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