I am glad I carry that weightless piece of love with me wherever I go. Even if sometimes I don't know I have it with me ready to deflect a bullet away from something important I think I have in me. 

Don't fret if you awake in the dead night startled by the wind. It is me. My pebbles have run out and I have grown tired into sleep beneath your window. Don't let the wind scare. It is but me dreaming of kites.