The thoughts of a suicidal person

The Wind

With the wind all worries fly away. Like fallen leaves in fall you get swept away with the current, in the direction only it knows. Where does it take you? How far can you fly in a sky set to the horizons. Will you find your tree once again?  Or will you continue to float through the air living free soaring high and accomplishing everything. Will the storm over the horizon sweep you away from the freedom of the blue cloudless sky. Will the trees cry as you're sucked into an endless torment of rain and lightning. Barely making it through each day. Waiting for the wind to fly in and bring you to the free air.