My love,
Who am I? I am water. I am smooth and gentle, but I am rough when a storm hits. I am fire. I am angry, I'm thriving, but without an opening, I will die. I am wind. I'm always there, even when you don't see me. I am earth. Course, rough, but I am also weak.
You ask of me, you take of me, but you never give. Not unless it's the curse of pain. I am but a puppet being controlled by many strings. Nothing but a mouse for you to hunt. You claim it is all a game, but I see the truth. It's an experiment.The game we ‘play’ is nothing but a way for you to control. For you to break and...