i am earth.
buried six feet too deep are the remains of many versions i used to be,
along with words seeping through my skin, every letter, every syllable,
rooting themselves in me soon to grow into lively poetry;
underneath me is a hollow space because the world took what it wanted,
they dug me up, mess up my insides and stole what gave me my value.
yet i am like the earthworm that death evades because she knows i’m already there
i am air.
observations: colourless, odourless, more than often not, neglected.
but i am always there. i exist in the silence that hangs over people more than it should,
suffocating or comforting, dependent on said subjects; sometimes even both.
i exist in the petrichor that remains after the sky threw a tantrum and wailed, i exist
in the gentle breeze that ruffles your hair, telling you that it’s okay, it’s okay,
i am telling you that they’re still alive. just find me and you’ll know.
i am fire.
destroy, destroy, destroy everything, including myself.
watch as the flame of a matchstick or a wax candle dance in darkness,
flickering with uncertainty, each step is a step closer to death. it is a dance of death.
feel the searing pain engulf me and disintegrate into ashes, ashes
they all fall down.
tell me, do i still ignite something inside of you or am i too stifling to be warm
i am water.
fluctuating like how waves are crashing onto the shore of safety then receding, retracting
every minute, every second, i change my mind about wanting to attach and detach. isolate, connect.
wash away the footprints that mark my presence, but never the ghost of those that mark absence,
sometimes i feel like i am drowning in myself, sometimes i’m lost in a vast sea that sweeps me with the flow.
i don’t know how to swim and i don’t know how to breathe underwater, i only know the basics.
the ripple effect extends to beyond infinity; i can no longer count them anymore.
i am one element at a time because people simply cannot handle so much, so much of me. but i am all of them for you because you make me feel so alive and you tell me that, i am matter, i matter and i should fucking deserve to take up space.
you are my fifth element.
white noise 