I Made A Room For You In My Mind.

If you think about it, all our thoughts and morals and feelings are plagiarized as well. We are a product of what we hear, see, speak and learn. We pick and choose what we like best while the rest goes to deep recesses of our mind.

Someone, a long time ago, wrote the same words as me, albeit in a different format. That doesn't change the fact that we both reached the same conclusions. But the issue is that my thoughts were never uniquely mine. And in all honesty, I'm learning to deal with that.

~Me

Virginia Woolf〡Selected Prose; Mrs Dalloway

The Comet Book (1587), details, “16th-century treatise on comets, created anonymously (or maybe it was a woman who endured erasure) in Flanders”. Originally named in german Kometenbuch.

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When did I get so grey. Or maybe I have always been this dull shade of nothingness. I'd like to think that I was once an exuberant yellow just to have something to compare with. To know that I've moved and changed and grown, to know that I had once tasted the sun,that I held it in my gentle hands and for once I didn't burn. But that's a lie isn't it? A comforting one but a lie nonetheless. Maybe I've always been grey.

~Me

The Elements

Earth, the element of life, calmness, stability, prosperity, fertility and above all growth. Deep emerald hues, soft with the ever present warmth, the colour of nature itself. Eyes the colour of soil after rain, which glow amber and molten gold as the sunlight pierces through them. So reliable, yet unpredictable, stable but dangerous in its anger. Displeasing Earth would indeed be unwise. Watch as those emerald orbs darken to a shade thought impossible. Watch as those honey brown pools usually offering security turn into black holes ready to swallow you whole. You can't be saved from falling. There won't be any calmness that it once stood for. Its earthquakes loud and destructive with the roar of thunder in its might to prove, to punish those call upon its wrath. It will shatter you.

The wisdom lies deep in its dust. Earth is a metaphor for healing. The ambition to grow and over power weakness, a leader in the making, eyes glinting with the knowledge of a tale older than time itself. A source of reliability, trust and a home to always welcome you back, to hold you.

Earth might break and crack but it will heal in its own time, with beauty, because, oh my dear, Earth, after all, is destined to grow.

Water, the element of purity, mystique, charm, beauty and solitude. Dark sapphire eyes, making you believe that the royal blue sky is enclosed in those orbs, drowning you in their depths with you being a willing participant. Its quiet mystique will charm and call to you, the call of a siren. It will shimmer and glitter in ways you've never seen before, making you sink a little deeper, slowly slowly slowly.

It is the calm before a storm, the false sense of security. It will seduce, waves crashing and cascading over each other, its aroma in your lungs and its whispers of its purity in your ears, making you want to unravel the mystery before you. It will shimmer and shine prettily, as if in shyness, but look a little deeper, wander into the dense darkness and you'll discover the darkness within. At last you differentiated between the persona and reality, but it's too late, you are surrounded.

Dangerous yet graceful in its anger and destruction, its waves roaring louder than the wind, sometimes subtle but so magnificent, quite a sight to behold in all its powerful glory. You never mattered to it. You are one of the many victims that have ventured out to its mysterious beauty only to sink into its claws of deep, dark depths.

It is powerful and heavy and beautiful and it is, above all, aware, confident of its ability. It is unpredictable, sometimes calm and in control, other times wild and terrifying. But this is a ploy to subtly show who is in charge, because, oh my dear, Water, after all, is destined to lure and charm.

Fire, the element of rage, boldness, danger, destruction and raw passion. Those molten pools of lava watching you with smoldering intensity from which you couldn't look away from even if you wanted to. It is untamed, brash and its confidence and boldness outweighs every everything. Its path is set on destruction, it is meant to take over, to conquer. But when handled right, it provides warmth and light unlike any.

Its passion is what drives it, pure fury and anger, overwhelming and blinding in their intensity. Get too close and you might burn. These untamed, passionate beasts convince you in the existence of mythological creatures. It is like a feral animal and magma combined, trapped in a body far smaller than it. You can see it in those burning hellish eyes. Like a Phoenix this fire never dies, the spark might sputter and decrease. Just when you feel like you tamed this inferno of rage only for it to rise from its ashes, burn brighter than before and eat away at everything in its path.

Nothing can stand between fire and its goals. It will go to dubious heights to achieve what it wants. It is undefeated because, oh my dear, fire, after all is destined to conquer.

4. Air

Air, the element of mischief, flight and freedom. That one element that messes with all the other elements. Its mischief is quite often troublesome. That one element that ruffles all the feathers. It will blow away the earth, crack the moist soil, push water to its breaking point and spread the flames with relative ease. The embodiment of chaos.

Greys that merge into silver when alight with mischief and cheerfulness. Rarely do you expect something extremely terrible from them, because while it might be mischievous, it is rarely ever malicious. Its mood varies from time to time. Sometimes it is a force to be reckoned with. Its gales powerful enough to make the mountains crumble, the sea to part and the fire to extinguish. Sometimes or more often than not, it is a light, whispering, playful breeze, tugging at the hems of your trousers. But once in a while, just sometimes, it is quiet, tired and still. There is no sign of it.

It is a traveler, a free, restless spirit in all its childish glory, that is always moving, unable to stay in a place for long. The rules don't apply to it, it creates its own rules. While others are set straight in their ways, the air just doesn't bother with all the frivolity. It will transport and carry the echoes of booming laughter and giggles that were lost. It will carry the scent of sweet summer flowers and it will be the crisp, cold wind of winter. It will transport pollen after playing with it and it will blow leaves around during autumn, creating an artful mess. Air is the child that is left by itself and free to do whatever it wills, so it plays messenger and partakes in pointless mischief and pranks. It will push the clouds just to watch them float and it will create waves to watch them wash over the land. It will give birds leverage to fly, while playing with their feathers, and cooling the rest of the animals that can't fly. But besides all of this, it is the epitome of freedom and flight and, dare I say, the most powerful element.

Air is not held by down by expectations, it will do what it wills, whenever it wills because, oh my dear, Air, after all, is destined to spread its wings and fly to freedom.

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