We are explosive. Emotions soar high, then drop as fast as they rose. The air can go from deathly thick to light and carefree in a matter of seconds. We are the perfect chemicals, reactive, but not over reactive. We blend well, clashing the odd time, but beautifully so. We are living passionately, living with all our hearts, not worrying about tomorrow. We are exploding in flames, freezing in glaciers. We are a tornado, a hurricane, a volcanic reaction. We are the calm before the storm, the red in the sunset at night, the peaceful roar of breakers crashing on the sand. We are everything, and we are something I cannot lose. I love us. We love us. We are dynamite, but what's life without a little risk?
