Passion is difficult to hide...it is like the water in a river that is constantly fed by the raining skys....it feeds all that surrounds it and yet can overwhelm even those that inhabit it...with time it grows to new dimensions....some wished for and others forced in, both carved out of a plain we call the self...in a higher form, the soul......whether it is pain or pleasure....it does not matter where the rain drops fall in to this lands of ours....they just seem to fall and if we open our souls....we cannot help but breath in the air of heavens, then we can taste smell, or even feel the passion....this passion....it is fragile...and yet powerful...not to be shared with all...for it can drain as well...yet when we see and/or feel that which is as bright as the sun...well then it is passion........

That was great..good read

That is just way too cool!!

wow i'm speechless... that was beautiful