it lies in all of us. sleeping, bleeding, and though unwanted forbidden it will stir. open its jaws and howl.
it speaks to us, guides us. passion rules us all in every way. what other choice do we have?
it hurts sometimes more than we can bare. if we could live without passion maybe we would know some kind of peace……but we would be hollow. empty rooms, shuttered and dank. without passion..we would be truely dead.
