The wind has been moving my life again.

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The wind has been moving my things again.

My ponytail always messy, my tea cold.

Is it just me?

 

Is it the season?

My fears getting out, my past coming back.

This crazy tornado scrambling up my life.

 

The wind has been moving my things again.

My toys gone, my baby already a girl.

The cold air lifting my skirt, tripping my steps.

Too much dirt in my eyes see straight.

 

I open all my doors, my windows.

He can come in and steal what he wants.

 

I open up a hole on the roof to see better.

How beautiful, an entire life soaring up, up.

Going away.

Goodbye boy bands, heartbreaks, awkward stage!

If it was not fixed to the ground it’s yours…

I can’t wait to work with what remains.

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