Description My thoughts run from hot to cold when they come from my heart to my brain.
This is my way to control my wind and vent..
Maybe that\'s why I write.
I can\'t let the gust carry me away or I\'ll lose my mind.
They scatter my thoughts to the darkest corners of my head and mix together like the sand on the beach.
I have such a turbulent mind my winds create a tornado in my brain.
Description My thoughts run from hot to cold when they come from my heart to my brain