I seem to call out to the wind quite so often.. hoping that someone out there, hears my cries and listens.

Are you listening?

I come here often, peeking behind the curtains, seeing if what I’m looking for is out there. It seems like it isn’t, yet, I’m the kind of person who’s stubborn and I continuously keep screaming out into the wind - begging, for someone to listen.

Because if the wind listens, surely someone out there will too.

I’m probably young enough to be your daughter and I have a mouth that more often than not gets me in trouble but I promise I’m still someone who’s soft enough to keep around.

With that being said, this is what I’m looking for:

Someone who takes absolute pleasure in discovering others. And by that, I don’t mean asking about their favorite color and all that small, dry talk.

I mean, go in depth. It is depth that allows words to stop being simply words after all.

I’d love to write digital letters or some form of shared journal entries with someone. Although, I ask you be patient and allow me to take my time to get back to you, since yknow, life gets in the way sometimes.

I tend to pour myself out into my writing so therefore, I’m seeking someone who can do that too.

I want to be able to see you through every word, every line, paragraph, you speak to me.

So, I’ll begin..

Dear stranger,

I find it difficult to shut the voices up late at night when my distractions go to sleep.

I stay up until I can’t no more, until my eyes burn and my fight against sleep, finally comes to an end.

‘I’m a fighter’ I tell myself..

So, I pick unnecessary battles to prove it to myself.

Like my battle against sleep. However, it’s always a lost battle. I lose and surrender to a deep slumber that helps aid me back to life.

Back to a life that doesn’t belong to me.

A life, that’s not for me.

I wonder, do you too often ignore the bowl in you burning to be filled?