theres nothing quite like licking your lips and letting the wind slowly chap them into cracked and hard surfaces thatll break later on like long sentences without punctuation.
wind doesnt take breaks or stop to say hi or have anyone it cares for but the wind and thats fine with with the wind. it only stops when it wants
carrying on in uniform and disuniform fashion,

i want to be the wind,
blowing here and there without passion,
just percieved force and nothingness.