Passion
"Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted,
unbidden, it will stir. Open it's jaws, and howl.
It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all, and we obey. What
other choice do we have?
Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity
of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we can live without
passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead."
unbidden, it will stir. Open it's jaws, and howl.
It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all, and we obey. What
other choice do we have?
Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity
of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we can live without
passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead."
Kommentarer
Postat av: Moa
allt jag kan säga är... Awwww
Postat av: Felicia
Jag älskar hans små "dikter" i passion och becoming!
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