The Irker

It's not like you could just tell the wind to stop blowing and it would. Your not God. You tell the wind solemnly that since it will not change it's course, and will not warm it's edges, you must build walls around you and a roof to guard your hair from stray breezes. So you've finally, slowly, built up your guard. You start to remember the feelings just a little breeze could give you. To play in the wisps of your hair and neatly place it behind your ears, because he likes to tease you, and he knows it makes you feel like a child, and it irks you. But you smile because you get this feather duster feeling where your heart is. You remember and it hurts now,you yearn for the wind, and you want these walls to fall, but, You've forgotten the door.