Time. Day or night, light or darkness are my signal.
Water. In your absence I could die, you can appear from the driest place and be endless in your greatest space.
Fire. I fear you from the first instinct, control over you it’s an illusion, purposing your power it is my defeat.
Air. It’s a passion of freedom, pure among all, vital for my soul. A dream to become one with you.
Ground. The present, an always new moment. A calling for truth at moments ignored. the one place I belong. After a jump, a triumph, a flight, concord or not, a final place to land or to rest it is my ground.
mrdeluna 