Friday, 2 September 2011

EDITORS: "No Sound But The Wind"

You are free like the winds, and you roam across unseen landscapes while tickling leafs and trees; you carry the seagulls to greater heights, and accompany them over boisterous oceans while playing hide-and-seek with the clouds, as you chase them forward over skies that resemble a blue prairie where you gallop ferociously like an untamed horse on the loose. You aren’t trespassing any property when you rise up above those tiny patches of land below, for there simply ain’t no borders up there. You howl and trash, rage and sooth, and revolve unfollowably into unpredictable orbits, with a speed that liberates you from anything you left behind.