And that bothers me more than I'd like. When I kiss you, you don't wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after. Well I've had a demon inside of me for a couple hundred years- just waiting for a good fight. It lies in all of us.
Passion is the source of our finest moments.
The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts us sometimes more than we can bear. Empty rooms, shuddered and dank. Without passion, we would be truly dead. It must just eat you up that I got there first.