The Wind

Runs through each follicle of hair

trickles down my waves

down my spine

The rushing wind

enters my eyelids

blurring my vision.

The wind

runs its’ electricity

along my fingertips

debajo de mis uñas.
Through my veins

I leave the window open

even when it rains;

making a wish each time a rain drop

seaps into the pages of my book.