Do you wonder if passion was ever designed to end?
That code of secrecy between human instinct and biology... to preserve the self over the counter-positioned obstacle?
If there ever was an obstacle, would you ever come into stature to remove passion altogether from its roots?
Notwithstanding some false metaphysical manipulation designed to forfeit (in other words... suppress) passion in order to manufacture a possibly intelligibly designed reality... of the Beyond?
Would you give yourself to it? To escape embarrassment & tension... or would you embrace it to feature the robust within part of your psyche?
And would you... in careful distance between the Future and the Light... forge all necessary, secondary means of success to exhaust passion such as not to withdraw from the nature of its taints and imprints... designed to conspire to trap you within unlawful self-preservation?
If I had a choice, I would not exhaust passion...neither usurp it from its roots... for neither is passion sanctitude nor is it evil.
It purely functions, as is its existence... the ghost of the reality of Death... and the never again seen or experienced.
That tumultuous necessity of inner presence... designed to fulfill the void... of a Love absent... or hatred present.
