MY BROTHER THE WIND

My brother is like the wind, he comes and goes… he is evolving me but I never can catch it.

He is far away, actually. I used to listen to this and remember of him.

Its a delicious sensation of getting lost in time and space. Seing the trees and clouds passing by the window while you sat in the interior of a moving machine that is stucked in a highway.

Yet, you are estatic and the universe around you is cuddling you.

He was born when I was a teenager. Now he is a teenager. Is like he never grown, to me.

Electric waves in defined compass blur with the magnetic noise of the jam. Progressing and sustained by the rush of serotonin.

You are my brother. My distanct self. My Wind.