Blowing In the Wind

As kids, the winds couldn't blow them away, even as they played with kites. Many people around them flew wherever the winds blew them. Some even collided in the air, like wilted autumn leaves. "What's your secret in sticking on the ground?" an old man flying with an umbrella once asked. "Our gravitational pull lies in our identity!" they replied. Now, their feet occasionally touch the ground, as they collide with each other time to time in the wind. The wind blows them harder whenever they forget more and more who they are, and why they are being blown by the wind.