earth wind && fire

All around me i see the beauty of this world. Yet at the same time, i am in no way obligated to forget the troubles that not only i as a person feel, but the worlds problems as well. We all have set backs and fears, and i think that even though i have my own, there is one thing that i can never quite hate, never really....despise. That is the beauty that is all around us every single day. elements of the earth equalize the beauty of the gravel we walk on, and balance the air out quite naturally. Copper, Air, corbon dioxide, they are all apart of what combines our world, and keeps it neutral. At times when i am down, i like to take a look outside, feel the rain fall down on my face, hear it around me, and down my window. The orange, the blue, the dark gray in the sky...its almost as if the sky itself is a reason to have colors to your personality. Everywhere you look there is beauty, there is hope. And a reason to feel whole. I'd like to think that maybe once in my lifetime, i too will become an inspiration...a "hope" to this earth.

there is something in the wind that can move our spirits, something that can make us, for a single second...a free spirit. yes, even those of us who are ahrd headed, depressed, or whatever another; the wind has that power.

i know because I've felt it, and I do happen to feel it as often as humanely possible when the moment comes around. You know that feeling, because at least once we have all felt it. The blazing heat of the sun beating down on your back, the heat that seeps through your shirt and lights fire to your skin. Then the wind. It seems to go right through you, lifting not only your hair, but your spirit.

Seldomly, i wish that i could set my troubles, worries, and insecurities away. Or at least, when at the times that they get hot, feel that wind that comes along, and be somewhat...comfortable with the fact that at times life IS indeed, harder.

Years go by, days, months, weeks, and seconds. Life offers, and throws at you changes that none of us are in control to ignore. Times and moments, and memories have changed, faded, and standed still in time. People come, and people go. People change, situations change. You can't fight it at times, and sometimes, you can. im like ice, i can melt, and i can freeze. i can metamorphosis, yet at times i stay frozen into my personality. He is my fire, the kind that goes through your viens like adrenaline, the kind that gives you your own unique fuel. He is the fire that burns, the kind that can hurt and can scald you...the one that leaves scars on your skin forever. mostly, i would like to say that he is my fire because he has never really changed. he has at times, faded into a spark, or grown into something outragious. But he has always remained. Fire and Ice aren't compatible, they don't move eachother, they don't equal eachother out; not in the laws of physics. Yet i still feel that i am moved quite easily by the burn, by the warmth. yet even though i have felt that time and time again, i am left with the scars. and this is what hurts the most