The wind exists inside of me.
I can topple towers, I can uproot gardens, I can magically whisk imaginative girls to far away places.
The wind is neither predator nor prey.
It is a response. Every gust of rushing invisible power influenced by the shifting cosmos tilting the earth and reshuffling the cards across the board. Some days it feels remarkably tame, and other days it feels like unstained insanity, mentally under feet like wildebeests stampeding…
I killed Mufasa, but saved Simba.
Abandoned Vader, but empowered Luke.
The wind exists inside me, never to be conquered, vanquished, or stilled.
I am the wind.
I am intelligence.
I am creativity.
I am free.