When I write my tales of far away lands and princes and princesses, valient knights (both male and female) gracious Kings and Queens, greedy over lords, when I spin my webs of lore and myth...there are three different things that come out of me.
One: My Fire. My Fire is what writes my comedy stories, she writes the things that my family can see, and every once in a while she writes a good PG romance scene that once again, my family can see. I rely on her the most.
Second is my Water. Water is so different from Fire, where Fire writes my comedy Water writes my angst. She writes the things that I can show my friends, as long as they are close, but can never show my family. I am most proud of Waters work.
Then there is Earth. Earth is writing this journal. Only complete strangers can ever know Earth. She is the most beautiful or all, her grace and wonder puts even me, her host, in awe.
I do not carry Air within me...nor Darkness nor Light, nor any of the other Elements. But I have no doubt that they will come in time. As I learn and as I live I shall gain these tools until one day I will be a complete set. This is something that I shall strive for my entire life, I know. But I also know that one day I shall indeed be an entire set. And then I will write the story inside of me that must be written but right now my mentality and my heart and my soul and my spirit can not handle. So it will just have to wait inside of me for a little while longer. Just wait, my friend, jsut wait.