goodbyes and little cries

so it's that time again. it's funny to me that i was always the worst transitioner growing up. i hated change. now, change seems to be the rhythm of my life. letting go of people, places, things and dreams in pursuit of following...

...that wind.

that wind. the one that blows where it chooses. no one knows where it comes from or where it goes. yet, the world keeps moving. we're all changing. and that wind... it keeps us dependin on every breathe, every word, every hope that it's left.