Of every sanctum i could have stopped
in every corner of the earth i could have lingered,
with false hopes and fake smiles,
in all the cities of man that i could have spent,
waving aimlessly with forced compassion,
seeking my atonement
my time would have been wasted.
Instead i choose to shadow pass the everyday
and to come upon this -my paradise i thought had never existed
i had thought i had been denied the troublesome emotion of happiness
of passion.
of love.
of... contentment.
i had the dull view of an angsted child complete with grey skies and frigided hearts
the world, it was nothing to love -life, it nothing to fight for
merely the everyday the ins and outs. life was worthless
but that was then.

The chilled air of dusk whips by my face again
turning my unkept hair in bouts of knots and frustration.
the wind here always has a vengence it seems
but i allow its claws to mark to bleed and sooth me
it often comes, howling and barking at the people's doorsteps
hurling great waves of sand upon the weak and unstable
such an uproar
like the tantrum of a child
smiling i witness a sea of dark mass circle from the ground and around my feet
i lean back against the roof top
a contented sigh escapes passed my lips as i let it engulf and embrace me

I call him the KazeYoukai -the deamon in the wind.
the people fear him, but the sand does not
- and nor do i
I had come across this place with little expectation
but instead i found the oasis i had always longed
in the eyes of my redheaded KazeYoukai.