Not passive but passionate.
Passion fuels a person's most deeply ingrained delusion.
Does this mean that delusion, itself, is passion,
or that we can be passionate about a world within
ourselves where we can be kings and queens?
Passion feels- to me- like heart-pounding excitement,
the kind of excitement that you feel when you're
in a heated argument that might turn physical.
Passion looks like an Olympic runner passing a
competitor with the finish line only yards away;
fervent, sweaty, and doggedly determined.
Passion sounds like the auditory throes of
honeymooners' unfettered sex or the stuttering
roar of motorbikes on a long stretch of desert road.