Elsewhere.
Passion-
it lys in all of us, sleeping, waiting,
and though unwanted, unbidden,
it will open its jaws and howl.
It speaks to us, guides us,
passion rules us all,
and what other choice do we have but to obey?
Passion is the source of our finest moments-
the joy of love,
the clarity of hatred,
and the ecstacy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear,
if we could 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 truely dead.
I was looking forward to rain tonight. really i was. i want to feel safe, really badly. i want someone to make me feel safe.
I am reading so much lately. and my room is like the movie set of 'antz' its disgusting. but tonight i have decided i am going to make my room a place i want to be, i want it to feel secure, like a fort made of blankets, like we made when we were little, remember?
it lys in all of us, sleeping, waiting,
and though unwanted, unbidden,
it will open its jaws and howl.
It speaks to us, guides us,
passion rules us all,
and what other choice do we have but to obey?
Passion is the source of our finest moments-
the joy of love,
the clarity of hatred,
and the ecstacy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear,
if we could 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 truely dead.
I was looking forward to rain tonight. really i was. i want to feel safe, really badly. i want someone to make me feel safe.
I am reading so much lately. and my room is like the movie set of 'antz' its disgusting. but tonight i have decided i am going to make my room a place i want to be, i want it to feel secure, like a fort made of blankets, like we made when we were little, remember?