Wind

its not ur kind of shot

its not you

its not the color u wanted

its not you.

home, my way home...

the breeze reminded me of my roots

my history 

my mediocre life

my enigma.

why...

i want the wind to carry them all

take them away

far from my existence.

when its gone

when its over

this wild flower will bloom

like the lilies 

like the sunflowers

at ur garden.