Gravity is the bane of my existence;
Falling,
Slipping,
Always tripping,
Walking never goes without and hindrance.
Sunlight leaves me aching for cool breezes;
Burning,
Sweating,
Always fretting,
Clothing never felt so out of season.
Water is an ever-taunting wretch;
Drowning,
Sinking,
Always murky,
Leviathan is waiting in the depths.
Fire, though, it crackles sweetly;
Wood to ashes, calling me
Away from water, gravity,
And sunlight...
Fire sets me free.
COMMENTS
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DawnOfTheDead
02:20 Mar 05 2013
Beautiful.