sln1987 (sln1987) wrote,

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Passion..It lies in all of us, sleeping, waiting and though unwanted, unbidden; it will stir, open its jaws and howl.
Passion is the source of out finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred and the ecstasy of...grief. It speakes to us, guides us.
Passion rules us all and we obey. What other choice do we have?
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace.
But we could be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered, dank....
Without passion, we'd be truly dead.

I love this poem, dont know how it is supposed to be laid out since I only listened to it on the ep Passion on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It is probably my favorite ep that season. I have it on my palm at work so I had to type it here to remember it.

I dont know why but it is coming back to me and I am once again obsessed about it again. I have to look into why that is.....
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