When the Wind Filled the Lungs

Amaranthine

Appreciate the silence in the moments where the sun hasn't fallen completely out of view, and you see the brush strokes of colors painted on the sky.
Indulge in the euphoria when the only thing passing through your lungs is the crisp breath of the wind, and the toxins of your insecurities are stripped away by the sunlight dripping from the trees, lightly caressing your skin.
The music of the nature kissing you with irresistible desire of freedom from all the things that have hurt you.
Like a secret meeting between two lovers, and the race of a travelers heart, a new journey begins, and it starts in the middle of the inspiration point.