Hands locked together in a strong hold. Souls whisked away and left to settle into one. Hearts that beat in tune, not the same but apart. A melody is originated in the rythm of their bodies. Our bodies.
Passion for me, is peace, peace to hold one another in one's arms and not fear. No fear of losing or dropping. No fear of dying, because if you must, you will die together. No pain besides what you have acknowledged to accept.
I feel this with my other half everyday. But it's in everyone. Everyone has this other half. This inner peace. Having passion for life is not wrong. Express thanks for the morning sun. Express gratitude for your body. Express happiness for the ability to smile. Express calm for seeing the clouds roll by.
Passion is not just one fruit, but of many. Passion is a form of love completely separate from lust.
Enjoy it and embrace it.
You are able.
You are capable.
You are one; free to be beautiful
You are Passion
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Party in My Head
PoetryA story about Nic Natricia Webber (some parts based on my personal experience with Bipolar disorder) who suffers with Bipolar disorder and her adoring husband of 3 years as they traverse the terrain together
