When I'm writing theres this fire that wells up inside of me. Swelling and slipping out in the form of words.
Passion can escape from the tip of a pen. A mind can be gods greatest gift. It can destroy, create, nurture... it can caress the very pageto which emotion can truly ignite.
It can eat away at every word. The flames licking and spitting, devouring the beauty.
Dying, at first, only to be reborn yet again, just as beautiful. Like a phoenixspreading his wings wide. Taking the world in with deep passionate strides.
