Writing for not dying

If there is something to stop sadness, please let me know...
The only way I can find is writing. It helps but not as I'd like to.
If I could erase sometime, some moments, some seconds. Throwing them far from my mind. Erasing the wind wich came from the nort, that wind that blowed so hard and so deeply.
I almost got suffocated with that sublime wind. I breathed it as my own, as something necesary for living, as the dayly food for my soul.
What can you do when your air and your soul food just went away?. They are not here anymore.
You took them to a different place, somewhere I don't know yet where I can't go.
Please bring them back to me. Please bring back my heart, my soul, my happines, myself.