air added to fire just creates more fire.
i should've known that from the start.
foolish to think that i could control Her creations.
but the fire lights up, flares, and dwindles as the air blows it away. only to fuel it later.
air seems to suffocate me.
and fire, burn.
where am i to go?
my friends are no help,
picking locks will get me nowhere.
spinning.
nodding dumbly and stumbling after a leader.
a nazi amidst this world war two of pop culture and dating.
following my own internal hitler, shouting praises in a language i can't understand anymore.
clinging to anything that reminds me of elements.
hating it.
and enjoying it..
dizzy...unsafe...
summers are all alike.
back.
