Wind howls around my soul, entrapping me in a tomb of bewilderment!
The sharp hissing of the air all around me sings an eerie tune with the winds groans from the typhoon.
Holding the woolen scarf around me tightly as I try to fight against the windstorm; an ever loosing battle, the wind sweeps under my feet, I fall back slowly like time turning around.
I do not fall, but I am lifted up into the black skies of doom. Swirling up into the air, like a balloon!
Higher and higher it takes me. My screams become a part of the eerie screams I hear in the typhoon!
Wondering why the wind moans so? Are they the voices of other lost souls?