The wind is howling, restlessly.

I’m in bed enjoying the sounds of the night. The furnace is fighting 

back by howling warm air throughout the house. Still, the wind blows.

I wonder, where does wind begin and end? Does it start in the ocean 
and find it’s way here? Sometimes it is a fun journey. So, she is 
soft. Her breath. Other times, it’s a hassle. so much crap along 
the way. Maybe that’s it. Tonight she’s pissed.

It’s 12:40a.m. and I’m wide awake. I’m happy. My soul and I. To be 
quite honest, I should be crying and contemplating death. Yet, I’m 
very peaceful. I find that extremely odd. Maybe I’ve gone insane 
and this is all a dream. I’m in a coma in a hospital on happy drugs 
and I’m just tripping away. How in the hell can I feel this good?

But, of course I do know why. I’ve been given gifts. Or, maybe, 
probably, I’ve had the gifts all along but never bothered to open 
them. Too extravagant! If I accept such fantastic gifts, than I 
will be obligated. Yet, I finally broke down and tore the ribbon of 
discontent off. Ripped away the paper of worry and sadness. And, I 
opened my soul to my life’s possibilities. To accept myself for who 
I am. To love who I am. Forgive my mistakes where I learned much. 
I burned that paper and blew those ashes as far away as I could…I 
blew so hard… like the wind.

Author: PJ..aka: Manifestations