I always wonder why i write better when im sad and bitter rather than when i do it when happy and smitten.
When i write happy, im always second-guessing my own ability to capture the joy into words. I feel like i would do myself injustice if i dont use the right context and portray it the way it is in my head.
So i'm gonna face my fear and give it a try now, while i'm somewhat in limbo.
Truth is, i'm scared of finding all ive ever been looking for in you. Because i'm unsure of whether or not you've been looking in me too.
At the same time, this is the kind of scared that I'm sure of.
This is the kind of scared that comes with constant reassurances.
So i'm gonna delve into this, scared and smitten and all.
In the midst of plane crashes and conspiracy theories,
a thought (that had dawned on me for a while now) finally settled.
A prayer is a prayer,
whether it is vocalized or not.
Feeling for one or caring for them
is not indicated by your verbalization of the feeling or the care.
If it's there, it's there.
Making it public does not make it more significant,
just as Silence does not make it any less noteworthy.
They did say that at the end of the day, your view on the world is a mere reflection of yourself.
If compassion is what you give, compassion is what you receive.
(There I go again, stating the obvious!)
But when it comes to these things, that's what everything is - obvious - is it not?
The North Star stood in all its glorious glimmer against the blue indigo sky.
The sun is about to come up but I think the bright star is not ready for a shift off the throne just yet.
That was my dream about him last night - the North Star.
The nights with him are exactly how nights are meant to be - absorbed in conversations that make you completely oblivious to the act of night turning to day.
Nights that let you travel from ecstasy to insanity and back.
Half devastatedly in love, half preparing for my heart to be broken.
(and note that there is a massive difference between 'preparing' and 'expecting')
Torn between hoping and not having expectations.
After all, a promise not made is a promise not broken.
Earth was confused.
When she sits on top of the mountains, she stands on tiptoe, reaching outwards towards the night sky.
At the same time, she has an impulsive need to be grounded.
That is why she sometimes find herself torn between two worlds, stuck between two extremes.
Wind was a frantic being.
Always swaying every which way.
Sometimes with humble passion, sometimes in fierce force.
She travels to every nook and crannies, searching for questions, searching for answers.
She is known for her ferocity and she finds herself being called upon each time she sat too still.
Fire was warm and jovial.
But to get her in that state, one has to keep her calm.
Once enraged, she burns and burns.
She brings with her both civilization and destruction of civilization.
Her passion drives her forward. When contained, she can lit up a room. When set free, she roams far.
At the end of the day, she always gets what she wants.
Warer was the one always in control. Flowing, but in control.
She can't be left stagnant.
She is regal in her movement and certainly not an element you would want to cross.
Not a character that will hold back, as you can guess.
You will do well to recognize her ability to be fluid in her stillness.
When the four of them get together, it is truly a convention of all sorts!
With Fire and Water crackling and hissing at one another, Wind fanning Fire out in an attempt to calmly soothe her.
The elements blend wel together, filling in each other's gaps and filling up each other's voids.
Assembled together, they rule Nature, rocking shores with their collective presence.
Day 01— Your favorite song Day 02 — Your favorite movie Day 03— Your favorite television program Day 04 — Your favorite book Day 05 — Your favorite quote Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad Day 09 — A photo you took Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy Day 13 — A fictional book Day 14 — A non-fictional book Day 15 — A fanfic Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly) Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.) Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy Day 19 — A talent of yours Day 20 — A hobby of yours Day 21 — A recipe Day 22 — A website Day 23 — A YouTube video Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy Day 25 — Your day, in great detail Day 26 — Your week, in great detail Day 27 — This month, in great detail Day 28 — This year, in great detail Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy