PASSION by Ms. red

Passion is a very fragile enigma, that once lit, will not be quenched. It's in your soul, but it can only be brought out by a stimuli, whether that be someone who unlocks it, or your own fire. It cannot be controlled, (for I have tried many times and have not yet been successful)..it is a living thing, and stays dormant till awakened. One cannot be blamed fully for their actions while under the influence, it acts on it's own. It is one of the most potent drugs, the most powerful weapon, the most dangerous poison. You cannot gain it or work to achieve it, it is something that one has. People that have passion are often melancholy, as I am, controlled by moods, deep thinkers. Desire and drive move them, possess them, we are slaves to these things. We do not follow common standards, our minds our free because of the fuel that drives us. It is a shackle and a vice, it becomes a prison at times, controlling the mind and never shutting down. It has controlled mine, and will not die. When acting upon it, there is No greater release. The addiction of the release is what drives you, won't let you sleep. Fragile until awakened, then a spiders web of steel.~M.N.

Passion cannot die, but it can be buried. Normalcy can bury it, certain people evoke it, there's pain involved through a greater level of understanding that demands to be met, satisfied.. understood.. grief and hurt pervades the soul as person after person doesn't relate or feel the driving force of it running in the blood. Awakening, being passionate cuts an indelible pattern into your soul. There is knowledge there...~M.N.

The past is the past. There's No going back. Depressing retracing steps to old places, friends, they've moved on, made new footsteps over your old ones..forgetting your existence. Your print on life erased, forgotten. The closer you get to someone, the more power they have over you, more of a chance they hurt you, ~normalcy is not consistent with passion! So, you grow gradually calloused. I am afraid mine will die with normalcy. The steadiness (which I need) in life will kill me if I am not careful. Passion cannot die, can it? Well, it could be lost, under responsibilities, expectations, human weakness...the void it leaves will not be filled with anything but what could have been, of wasted time.~M.N.