Passion is not a learned response.
Passion is the reflection of something back out into the world.
Passion is the mirror that connects lovers.
Connects a musician and their instrument.
Connects a writer and their pen.
It’s not only the thing that moves them forward,
But the thing that makes their life worth living.
Passion is not fleeting.
It has peaks and valleys, yes,
But it is a burning ever growing fire in one’s soul.
A longing desire,
A gravitational pull.
Stronger than love.
Greater than logic.
Passion will always be.
Sometimes life breaks you down.
It’s important to find someone who can help put the pieces back together.
I gave up on romance.
I gave up on virtue.
And replaced it all with love.
This is still likely the most beautiful thing I have ever heard. Make me feel small and important all at the same time. Moves me every single time.
Sometimes I just close my eyes and listen to to world going on around me. Let myself drift out of my body, to a place where only the sounds or the world beyond my own little shell exist. The rumbling of a car, the squawk of a bird, the sound of children playing, the slush and whirl of the dish washer. It makes me think how insanity is likely not voices in your head, but rather the sound of silence. The deafening quiet, that you can hear the beat of your own heart.
I find true silence maddening. There is something to be said about calm. But that can exist through noise. Stillness and calm are a need for my soul. I forget to take a moment and breathe and remember that I am alive and I should be happy. To appreciate the chaos all around me that much more, because it makes the still calm times that much more special.
I want to dream unabridged.
Day and night.
I want to soar in my mind.
I want to feel breath in my lungs.
But know it’s real.
I want to dream unabridged,
But without giving up on life.