Passion flickers like flames beginning somewhere and ending the next only to show up where it is least expected. It is a surprising thing that remains constant only by the prodding of my desire and my will to keep going, striving for the beautiful, the worth it, the calming.
I must remind myself of passion. During the days my limbs feel lacking and inspiration chooses not to arrive. In the wilderness, I dream of passion and with fingers straining for some semblance of sustainability I am given grace for what I feel to be inadequate and love for the parts of me I have to remember do exist.
Sincerely a girl learning to live passionately,