I longed to exist, to actualize.
To be cognizant, to perceive.
I longed to feel and communicate,
for a moment of relief.
So I stood on Earth, consumed by Fire.
My skin crackled and crisped under the heat.
I wished for release from the searing sensation, a moment of relief.
Then Water rushed in, meeting me and Earth. My skin cooled, Fire squelched with a billow of steam.
Though, while I stood on earth, mud and mire formed. I found myself stuck in a vacuous trap.
I burned for the freedom, once known. For a moment of my own.
As I stood stagnant, a mighty and benevolent gust of Wind caught the sails of my desperation. And lifting me up, it took me away.
My heart soared, as did my spirit, and felt the rush of air sweep me to freedom...but I felt untethered...flipping and falling....
I longed for the structure I once felt, standing on Earth. Stable and unmoved. Knowing nothing but stuck yet safe.
I longed for fire to consume me....
I long to die, to be non-material...
I long to not be aware, and to not see...
I long to feel no pain, and to speak no more
For a moment not so disappointing..