defconnexion

You never stopped to think that maybe what works for you doesn’t actually work the same way for everyone else. You still don’t understand and you’re one of the most selfish, self-centered, self-interested people I’ve ever known. I just couldn’t feed you anymore. You’re a fire. I tried to keep you burning as hot as you could, but it only ended up consuming parts of me. And what was my reward? A hotter fire to feed. I understand fire. I understand you. When you’re low, I stoke you. When you’re burning bright, I stand back and wait for you to burn down. When you rage out of control, I get the fuck out of the way and wait until you’ve burned yourself out. Fire’s easy. You never understood. I’ve always been air. I can feed a flame or blow it out. I can push fire like I can push the rain. Like I can push waves across the sea or sand across the dunes. I carve ice and grind stone to sand. I’m a shaper. But it doesn’t work both ways. When was the last time you saw the wind take shape and turn out well? You only see the air when it gets so twisted up that it destroys everything around it.