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[takingbackrufio]

You know how it's often said "the wind kissed his cheek?" Today, I was thinking. I don't think I've ever felt the wind kiss my cheek. I don't think I've ever had an intimate moment with a breeze, mostly I'm just left wanting to bundle up, not open up to the warmth of a inviting breeze. Except, what if that's not the wind's fault? As ridiculous as it may sound, I guess sometimes I need to go searching for the wind's cheek, and I should kiss it. I should walk everywhere, with puckered lips, in hopes that I'll collide, by some miracle, with the wind's cheek. Again, it sounds silly, but why should I spend my entire life waiting for something wonderful to happen to me? I've never applied myself in anything, and I think in a lot of cases that includes making myself happy. I've always just been too quick to believe that I'm sad, and that won't change. I guess it's pretty difficult to find something that makes you happy when all you do is pontificate about how many sad things there are. I guess it's pretty easy to find yourself lonely when you never make an attempt to make personal connections with people. So maybe I will tighten my lips just a little bit more when I'm walking, point them in the direction that may just find myself lip-to-cheek with the wind. Maybe I'll eventually accomplish my goal, and relish in the pinkish hue of embarrassment and bashfulness that only a sky could produce. As the sun creeps beneath the horizon, I know that through perseverance and taking the intiative I will have created something beautiful.

Except...there's only so long I can keep waking up and running my tongue across my dry, cracked, chapped lips and still hold on to any sort of hope.

By the way, I really wish I carried something around with me to write on, or a tape recorder. This all sounded a lot better when I was talking to myself on my way home.