wind
i sit by myself and stare at nothing...
i feel a breeze pass through...
a cold breeze..
as cold as the faces turned away from me...
that's right..
i am air...
unnoticed lest i move...
wished for whenever the sun gets too hot...
condemned when the weather is cold...
unseen...unheard..
so i stay still...
not knowing what to feel...
what to do...
how to act...
then a cloud sits beside me...
noticing my colorless being...
i begin to move...
