Elements.

Elements.

The languish spreads through the skin like fire in a forest, inciting the innermost riots of words and thoughts in the mind. Procuring from experiences and events, which trigger one to be over washed by the elements. Beaten and transformed, like a sort of cliff by the seaside; each day a new part is chipped off and a new innovation to the facade is brought to life. The constructs of a pillar is to keep upright and act as the sort of stability, yet it only takes one swing to bring it down. No matter can withstand the elements, the sear of fire, the blast of wind, the power of waves, and the consummation of dirt. It's these forces that breathe air into the decay, washes the sorrows of the night, and brightens the light of the sun. It's what these elements give, and what they take; an easy transaction or a barter of life.  Breaking down with each chime of the clock, and evolving like the predecessors. Never the same and never still, movement that matches the speed of light. The beauty of transformation and sealing the past in stone.