Sighing breeze- I guess you’re tired too. I feel my bones begin to wake for the first time in a long time. How is it that I’ve lived so many lives in such a short amount of time? I color my spirit loudly. I make it scream in hues that catch sun rays. I live in a play pretend and laugh until the chapter ends. I hold the plot like a compass rose and let it guide me everywhere. Feel the world around me twist and pull and grow tired. I occupy different spaces of it and remember that I can be as loud and I want. I can rise from ashes like it never burned me. I can listen for the sighing breeze and make peace with the wind. -AMT ©️