

PassionShe was a silent calm. A disruption in the chaos. Something beautiful and pale. Fragile and lost.Passion
She sat where people had no knowledge. And thought things no one ever dared. She questioned everything, and left nothing unanswered.
She lived to be there always, to love, to be loved, to make light a bit more luminescent.
That inner glow, that scary politeness, a burning, consuming fire, all natural and conflagrant.
She lived to lived, and died more times than physical. Her heart lived for many, beat for t