Tell me about your passions. Tell me what makes you tick. Tell me all the things you've discovered about yourself after all these years of searching. Why do you do the things you do, I want to get to know you so I can justify this that I feel for you.
If I am fire, then your arms are the hearth that contains me. If I am a constellation, then you are the sky that holds me up. If I am wanderlust, then you are the destination that I seek. If I am chaos, then you are the storm inside of me.
I grew up feeling this way. Still feel this way many days, but my depression cannot keep me down. I fight every. I wish for things to be easy, to be strong, and sometimes it's impossible. Sometimes I just can't.
She was a silent fighter with a demon in her lung that stole her breaths from her before they passed her tongue. He was a silent fighter who was always taught to share so he held his breath when he was with her so she could have his air.