Spoiled BonesThe Wind Calls Your Name
The way the wind howls at me
it calls for you
It calls your name
and begs for me
to come back to you
The more it howls The harder the fight becomes The beck and call
of the whispers in my ear tickle my ear
Make me realize that I am far from the destination that I thought I had reached
Alas, it is not that simple
to avoid the wind
but it is possible to be at ease with it
written by Jonah Siegel | @jonah_siegel
