Passionate Fires

May 14, 2009 ~

I am too passionate. I knew I had it in me and unfortunately a person came along and set it to fire. My flames burned the biggest brightest flames that any enormous wild fire could create. My passion is so strong that no man or oceans of water can stop the burning. My flames can only stop by choking themselves amongst the continuous roar of ...myself. That is why there is pain. My passion is slowly dieing amongst the oxygen starved air of its creation. Although the absence of this passion is greatly depressing, there is one thing that I hold onto. After the fires there is a self created Spring season as new growth sprouts through my tar and ash covered soul. This I hold onto. This I strive to catch a glimpse of in hopes that my soul is restored. Could this miracle happen?