You’re standing still at the top of a hill, the breeze gradually increasing, staring intently at he picturesque view of the voracious desert terrain that could ultimately devour you with a single touch. the breeze has been blowing, constantly blowing for many months, you forget what it was like to have still, calm air around you. But the breeze is picking up, you start shaking, not because of the cold wet sea mist being blown in from the sea, but from the now turbulent winds knocking you off balance, you try to  hold on. Try to not fall into the now endless abyss. You can no longer see the beauty of the rugged terrain, it now seems obsolete, it doesn’t matter what you fall from, or how pretty it may seem, if you fall from this height you won’t be getting back up. The wind has been blowing for so long that even if it stopped you would still shake, but without the wind there is another to counteract the shaking. Sometimes the wind is the only thing that keeps us steady. And without it.

 you fall

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