Passion...
It lies on all of us
Sleeping... Waiting...
And though unwanted… forbidden… It will stir
It opens his jaws and yells
It talks to us
Guides us
Passion rules us all and we obey
What other choice do we have? …
Passion is the source of our finesse moments…
… the joy of love…
… the clarity of hate…
… the ecstasy of pain…
Sometimes it hurts more than we can bear
If we could live without passion, maybe we could have some kind of peace…
But we would be hollow, empty, closed and humid beings
Without passion, we would be truly dead.
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