Wind

Passing through the hallways.
Longing to go back.
Seeing faces, old & new.
Hungry for learnin'.
Feeling the life you've experienced.
The many lessons learned that won't ever be found in books.
Can't depict emotion in that novel.
Not the same emotion that made you question,
'How am I still alive? This hurts. Badly.'
If only someone or something would jot down your most intimate moments.
In this journey.
Can you imagine?
If people expressed to be more human?
That'd be a utopia (of mine) of sorts.
'Cause then I wouldn't be the only vulnerable one being judged by you all.
I'd know what makes you who you are.
I'd know why you were so closed off.
I'd know the things you DIDN'T go through to have you condemn me.
& you'd know why I'm the way that I am.
Why I believe in what I believe in.
& you'd understand why I long for a companion but still sleep alone at night.
Breathe.
You ever dream of being wind?
Getting to feel young again as your settings of the past flash before you.
Only to realize it's only a dream, your touch is invalid.
You can't start over.
No reset button on this life.
& for just a second.
You're disappointed to wake up to your reality.
Bless you & them.
Carpe diem.