Stops Along The Way

On this long road through the rocky, sometimes scary, and mostly funny thing we call life, we often find ourselves stopping to smell the fresh air, try something we've never had, break rules we didn't know existed, and redraw our map completely. These are the pit stops on my journey through life, snap shots of the adventure, video of the roller coaster ride, and writings of tales untold.
February 2

Wind against my skin
Envelope me
Touch me on my right
Squeeze my left
Lift me from my place upon this ground
Change my point of view
Introduce those skies of blue
Raise me up so high just to put me down
Blow away my sanity
Incinerate my mind
With soft cold hands you chill me
To my core
Oh winds of change you fooled me
I loved you and you used me
With silent words you went and left me here.