Passion. It is within us all. Sleeping. Waiting. And even without wanting to, without asking, is unleashed. Open its jaws and howl.
We talk. We guide. Passion rules us all and we obey. What else can we use!
Passion is the source of our finest moments: the joy of life, the clarity of hatred and the ecstasy of pain.
Sometimes it hurts more than it can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe find some peace, but we would be empty. Empty rooms, dilapidated and humid. Without passion, we'd be truly dead.