we've not had much trouble finding our land, but that doesn't make it a world. we have the firm foundation of love and we've learned how lost i become if i try to leave it.
however, sometimes, when the ground is so built up beneath me i stand on a mountain and at such altitudes the air is thin.
the wind brings me soft caresses and subconscious gestures that blow away my fears and deliver hope
I was always taught that air fanned fire, but that doesn't always happen. Take this chill from my heart, burn off the stains left by others and show me that i can experience this heat and desire with someone who wont hurt me. Crack my back against the wall and devour me in the flames that i might be born again.
I've never been fond of water, of that inexplicable eternity of life but the waves do not suffocate if you hold me up, and we can get through it together so long as we have air to breathe, fire to warm, and land to return to in this, our new world.