how did it come to this?
love they say, enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. i know this is true, but i know too that without love we grope the tunnels of our lives and never see the sun. i've never felt the ectasy i have read about. i longed for feeling though i could not have told you that. words like passion and ectasy, we learn them but they stay flat on the page. sometimes we try and turn them over, find out what's on the other side. but we fear it. we fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much.
and still we long to feel.