The wind's angry whispers penetrate my mind.
Furious, it tries to make sense of my thoughts...

My heart cries its guilty song, shamed.
Pleading with my head, it weeps...

I'm sorry if I hurt you.
I promise it wasn't my intention...

Silence reigns in the room,
As my friend announces the news...

Anger echoes in the room,
As I gasp for air...

Tears stain your cheeks,
As you confess your secret...

Dear Diary,
Confusion and guilt creep upon me...

As the wind speaks to you,
Try to focus on its colors...

Stepping out of the crowd,
Her hips sway to the rythmn of the music...

Trees dance with the wind's rythmn.
The sun casts its shadow onto the pavement...

Passion leaks onto the paper,
Deprived from what she loved...

Behind the counter, I serve the customers.
You step up, waiting patiently...