the vain experience

kind of a feathery breeze slightly obtains your attention.
more and more you focus on its elision, without avail.
in next step you try the reverse, you turn into the wind, provoke the impact. at this point you know that you have already lost control.
hysteria overcomes your mind and you regret your naivety while being afflicted with the emotional implosion.
after a propriate endeavour to acquire deflection and independence you are finally happy to still breathe while having faced few more emotions.
the progress of fascination is somehow senseless.