She is like air.
Always around you
But you can never catch it.
She doesn't like being caught
It chokes her.
She wants to move
Where she wants
With no doors
blocking her path.
But with control
And thought.
Sometimes
In a room
She turns stale
A window always
Needs to be open.
A way out and
A way in.
She stirs on some days
Moving in gusts with
Apparent haste.
Often turning your
Umbrella and leaving
You cold.
On other days
She carries thoughts
That fill your lungs
warms you
Tingling your neck and arms.
As long as you keep breathing
She will always know you
Know her