Well, a great friend of mine made a poem for me.. and I just liked it a ton since it quite clearly describes me...

Poem by ~


PS: I am the air..
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One from a pit, dark and deep
Reduced to nothing but a worthless heap.

The other swept, through flame and fire
Reduced to ashes on his own pyre.

He born of water, but with a face of stone.
He born of air, but never felt more alone.

They both endured pain, but in spite.
They found their way back towards the light.
Out of the pit and away from the flame
Away from pain and his stark domain.

Together they soared
Became one as steam.
But the consequences
Were unforeseen.

He felt warmth and couldn’t be bothered

He uncanny and felt as if smothered

A coarse feeling took hold of the air
The water fell down as rain of despair.
Yet sweet air did not feel distraught
And reduced hazy water’s worries to naught.

Air became sky , water the oceans
Each still colored by their pasts dark and blue
But nevermore alone and always together
And most of their pain left behind in the nether.


Thanks Loxy ~