The wind She was born out in the wild, wide ocean She loves to play among the waves, in the trees and along the sandy shores She can be light as a cool breeze but also furious as a typhoon She moves in unpredictable patterns and can be seen in…

And they wonder why their nervous systems are in a state of perpetual crisis. It seems they take their superficial masks more seriously than they take their souls. They love to categorize themselves in tiny boxes, – gender, race, religion, sexuality – then fight to defend their box. I imagine…