A breeze encapsulates me.

It wraps itself around me when I need it to. And when I need it not to.

When there is time.
When times run out.

A gust smacks me in the face like a punch from an enemy.
A betrayal by a friend.

Like a broken heart from a lover, long past time to part.
It hugs me like it knows I’m empty.. like it feels my fears.

Like it knows my pain.
Like it sees my truth.

A breeze encapsulates me.

It gives me air when I can’t breathe.. and suffocates me when I can.

When I wouldn’t.
When I should.

It slows when I stop, but not until then. Not before. Not after.

Not until.

It swirls the world around me. So that I might see it clearly.
Clearer.

So that I see it honestly.
So that I can’t see at all.

A breeze encapsulates me.

It warms me as I shiver.
It chills me to the core.

It destroys me as I gather.
Myself. My thoughts. My life.

My nightmares.
My reality.

A breeze encapsulates me.

It shields me from the storm.
Readies me for war.

It obliterates me.

And starts again.
Never stopping. Never done.

Never quite begun.

A breeze encapsulates me.

Like a familiar friend during a heartbreak.

During a death.
During a storm.