The wind she whispers in the night. She calls for me to answer and follow her voice. But the call remains unanswered as she continually howls and shakes the windowpanes. Because to follow the voice, one must be ready to leave the shelter and follow the path of destiny. And the shelter that provides warmth and comfort is difficult to leave, especially when one isn’t ready. But the wind doesn’t discriminate when she calls. It doesn’t stop. Because once the voice is heard, it can never be undone.
So, until one is ready to leave and explore the unknown world, the wind remains a reminder that there’s more out in the world than this little old home. But until then, I suppose I’ll listen to her howl and scratch at my insides. When it’s time, I’ll be ready.
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