Passion is but a beautiful mess. It spills and tumbles like a love undone. And thus this life, this life is for the lovers to assemble, to siphon and frame, to shape and construct into something inspired. Build it high like a tower, like a needle to the sky, passion creates skylines and stadiums. Lay it out like a hometown, like a ranch on the plain, passion fashions families and pixie sticks. Find the people who make it happen, who erect your contemplations and cause you to boil in the readiest of ways. Let them go, keep them close, if you can, do both. They’re the ones who feed your passion; they’re the ones who make the mess.
They are the beautiful.
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