Fire and Flying.

Hola. i am back. but it is not like i was away.

i don't know what happened to my last post. or maybe this computer has made too good friends with cavemen hundreds of years ago to remember what i posted and what i did not. i just answered all my testo's and stuff. and i realize that my blogtitles don't match thier contents. So i am going to attempt to change that.

you know why my blog title today is Fire and Flying? hm. lemme tell you. as i said earlier. i have answered all my testo's and stuff, and i just told Shev=D. that i like FIRE. you wanna know WHY? welll. the thing is. everyone likes fire. it is just something that has no regular shape or form, something that flickers and glows, that awes and amazes those who have not seen it. Come to think of it, FIRE, does not have a state of matter. as we all know, there are three states of matter. gas, in which a certain type of matter that has big spaces between them float or fly, or occupy space, liquid, in which a certain type of matter that has a mediocre space between each particle takes the form of any container it is contained in, and solid, in which a certain type of matter that has extremely little spaces between particles and will not float, fly or take container forms like liquid or gas do. Now think, what is FIRE?

All i know, i that Fire is something other than the ordinary. It glows, gives out heat, and yet it does not match the characteristics of gas, liquid of solid, now thats cool. i don't like it because of the obvious reasons, that Fire destroys, but for flying, i like it for the obvious reasons.

'If I could fly for one hour, in exchange for a year of my life, I would, without regrets, choose to fly,'

It has its obvious reasons. for the power to watch over all. to guide them. and to learn at the same time. to mentor them. it is a divinity far from others, flying is, a drug, if i may say. a drug that hasn't found its way to release itself. it is a valor, valor that destinies would be crushed just to watch one, and the world will be at bay just to feel one. one breath, one taste, one touch, one flight.

sleek, black dark wings with feathers would sprout from my back. they would cast shadows over the hair that covers my eyes. shadows over my black garments. my everything. and when the sun is directly above me, when the wind whips spring in my face, when the grass floats gently in the wind, daffodils dance, daisies leap, when the blue skies yell at me to join them.

I'll fly.