pufferfishies

 When we met, just a little over a year ago, I never would have thought that we would end up like this. I never thought we’d drift so far apart from each other that I knew a stranger from the street more than I knew you. I never would’ve guessed that nearly every day we’d walk past each other, and not say a single hello. Thirteen months ago, when we met, the thought of us not talking for weeks, or possibly even months, never crossed my mind. The thought of being the closest of friends one day then something close to enemies the next day was unfathomable. A year and a month ago, I never thought you would play me ove

  You are an oncoming wildfire: beautiful, unexpected, and most of all, that cause of many tragedies.  You are the flowing river: cold and calm, but also raging and damaging.  You are the wind blowing into my window: chilling to the bone, but needed to sleep.  You are the earth underneath my feet: my foundation, my rock. You’re so lovely, but people have corrupted you and made you into an ugly being.  The elements control our world, and no man, woman, or child, shall ever change that.  The elements control our world, and you control mine.