Honor yourself first and you will discover the boundless breadth of your Passion Zone.
Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.
you can take this mouth
this wound you want
but you can’t kiss
and make it
The obsession was gone. We liked each other, even loved each other. And our sex was still good, but the hunger was gone. Either it just wore out or we wore each other out. A passion like that pushes everything else out of its path. You can’t be married and have jobs and children and work and write and have something like an emotional bubonic plague.
When your drive is moving your purpose, focus must hold the wheels else your might miss the way. And do you know what that means? Avoid Crash!!!. Stay focused!
Your challenges are like tall walls with weak foundations. They’ll fall when you dare to give them a blow. Don’t be afraid to dare… You will surely overcome!
Most people’s greatest regret is not living the life they knew they could live.
I do not love money to chase it.
The whole of my life I have relied on my beauty first, brains second.
It was expected, even requested. But You saw right through me from the start.
You are the only man I’ve ever known who has looked beyond my face and wanted to know me for me.
And I find myself wanting you to know the whole me.
If passion was a substance I would say it is dark brown, and then blood red. It’s like wet grass, tons of it soaked in mud. It’s warm and it stinks like shit and it’s unaccountably and endlessly good. It’s thick and it goes on for miles and it isn’t so much deep as bottomless and it holds you in its grip, you never drown. And then it goes. That’s all you know.