P.S. Wild Wind

I've heard wind run sprints,
Water be more solid than concrete
Who knew that a no from a woman would liberate?
That the expected heartbreak
That had killed me time and again in my thought as though a spear had gone through my sternum was in fact as liberating as a bird leaving a cage.
Or a person catching their first or last wave
I remember this feeling
Like i can breathe again
Who knew that The Midwest actually had sunlight and a breeze.
I think I just relearned that today,
That maybe it's time to go exploring again,
Find weird little holes in walls,
Do crazy things that I used to do.
Time to be me again.
Damn!
Fresh air feels good.