The wind is blowing. Blowing. Mind blowing. Blowing past. Flowing through. The grass. I'm pretty easygoing, I wear my jeans with a hole on the knee. I keep on going. Going. I keep growing. I never thought of sewing the hole shut. I can't sew. So I'll keep going. For a while. While my heart is undergoing reconstruction. I'll keep going. Blowing past.