Air

there is nothing that the wind can't get into

for as long as we want to breath 

we must connect the place we are in

to the outside

it's strong and soft

it has no physical form yet we know what it is 

it's everywhere and nowhere  

we can feel it yet we can't hold it

it has no weight to it yet we can feel the 'weight' of it

we feel it yet can see it

it has no destination yet it has a path

it has no end yet it has no beginning 

Author's Note

what do you think of my first writing? be honest with me