CATCH THE WIND (a short story)

Some spirits are beautiful beyond words as while they are (temporarily) here on planet earth, they can witness tiny things in the middle of all that noise, rush and mindlessness. Those tiny moments (that you notice and care about) are true life, not your career, goals, money, etc like Katie said here. A wonderful post! πŸŒΉπŸ’•πŸŽˆπŸ‘

Katie Kay

EVERY WHICH WAY there are faces.

Black, white, brown, yellow, red, pink skin. Giant, small, lopsided, almond-shaped eyes. Broken hearts, swelling pride, fragmented dreams, wondering what happened to fuel them this far.

A billion stories reside within the souls of these people, and the depths of discovery here have no limit. There must be millions on these busy streets, in the swelling metropolis of New York City, as the hubbub of car horns blasts from the roads. But I don’t want to be anywhere else, even as their body heat turns my cheeks ruddy and a woman falls over me.

Β It is chaos: A sweet, simple, human chaos. A chaos I don’t pay attention to often, a deep dream that is blurred by my career, my family, the city itself. Usually I am a thoughtless wanderer, off to work, off to the routine. But for a strange reason, today, I…

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4 thoughts on “CATCH THE WIND (a short story)

    1. You’re welcome princess… after all my name “Amir” in Arabic means “Prince” too πŸ™‚ LOL… hugs! πŸŒΉπŸŽˆβ€πŸ’•πŸ‘πŸ˜œ

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