White sky always makes me crazy.
I transform into something weak, small and full of tears. I return to the past, to the west wind, and I can`t hold it…. I just.. I can only stay still and watch to the pictures of the past, pictures of past me and past you. I become past Me… And it`s really painful. Awfully painful.
I want to be the mistress of the winds, so I can hold the west wind, And the south wind to. Because you are the south wind, warm and deep…
But it would never happen..
To weak and to painful…
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