Passion. It lies in all of us, sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments: the joy of love, the clarity of hatred, the ecstasy of grief. It hurts some times more then we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow; empty rooms, shuttered and dark. sometimes you just feel everything and nothing all at once. sometimes you'll find yourself smiling while missing something at the same time.at time you can absouletly love a person,all the while wanting to hate them.Life comes without guarantees.


So what.
Maybe I am scared.
Maybe I'm scared because what you mean to me is much more than I thought.
i keep thinking about my answer night after night...and i found it some minutes ago...but i will never have the chance to say it loud...runaway sunsets are too good to be true and i keep thinking of leaving,but i know i'd die without you..


I keep falling down. I fall..& get up. This is my never-ending cycle.
I fall, over & over & over again.& it hurts. Every single time.


It`s like I wrote...every note on my own..
-You make me come
You make me complete
You make me completely miserable...