Air.
Flowing, breezing, breathing.
Swift, versatile, lively.
Fire.
Blazing, roaring, enlightening.
Passionate, warm, radiant.
But the universe is currently unbalanced.
Air blows with fear.
The wind that was supposed to be refreshing,
Was now only suffocating.
Fire burns with desire.
Too much, that the flames were too immense,
That it made others walk away.
The air is now stale and weak.
Searching and looking around for help.
But the fire has already become ember and ashes.
Its cinder, on the last breath, burnt out.
Now both are merely a fraction of their former glory.
To thrive, they must learn to suffice on their own.
First for themselves, and only then for each other.
So thus, begin the kindling.
To later try again at what once was lost.