I move with the wind and i say this because the wind is something that people never take the time to see just like they never take the time to see me. Wind is so sweetly silent so i guess its much like me. unless you stop to hear its rythem and through the soaring skys the fragile wind speaks.and on certain days the moving wind makes itself seen by moving and brushin the dust up against all those buildings and leaves. so on my good days i will make myself seen and you will hear my voice, i refuse to be the only one that can. its amazing how much i am like th ewind