Passion

A burning sensation.

Something only you know how to feed. So that it grows and turns into something beautiful. Its overwhelms your life and allows you to live the only way you should, freely. There are no more ropes keeping you down, like shackles on a prisoner, nothing you can’t shake off, just a shrug of your shoulders and you are okay. When you let your passion consume you, you find a way to fill that deep, dark, intense void that has been eating you alive. It’s something you just can’t deny or ignore. Because if you don’t feed it, it’ll turn into that monster you dream of. That monster that becomes your life. It is the only thing that solely belongs to you, because your passion should be your life, your life should be your passion. Both are intertwined, for without passion what is the life you live, and without this life how can you act out on your passion. Eat, breathe, sleep, think of only your passion and your life is fulfilled. You have a reason to live. Let nothing else control you, be a slave to your passion, be a slave to yourself.