/in'trinzik/ /kyoo/

so my window is up…

and my laundry room is kinda below my bedroom (which is upstairs)…the wind just blew the smell of downy into my window…im in heaven ya’ll…hanging out the window sniffing my own laundry…lmaoooo

Zephyr.

fortheloveofcontradictions:

Bending around corners
and creeping through my window,
her current lifts my sheets to the ceiling.
I have the feeling that
this draft,
I won’t mind as much.

Never, have I taken the time
to really listen to invisible forces.
Her words speak much louder than mine.
Getting used to this breath of freshness
makes for an interesting epiphany,
I realize.

I know she moves the clouds,
her gusts are powerful.
And her aroma smells and tastes
like the truth.
And despite what I assumed,
it isn’t bitter.

I caught her drift.

-S. J. Washington