Twenty Nine. Come on in

Today I thought of something.  You are the train, on a snow covered day. I am the tracks that  need to be set on fire. Just a small fire. Without me, without this fire you couldn't get anywhere. You would derail, and we would be left with nothing. You'd be a broken train with no tracks, and I would be tracks without a train. You just can't have one, without the other.

For as much as I try to come up with really depressing topics to make myself seem introspective and more interesting. You hold fast as a reoccurring theme, something inside me is shifting.