Passion is cheap these days. It is ridiculed and simplified to the forced facial expression on the penniless porn star’s face. Passion is sold in pretty boxes containing overly expensive lacy underwear guaranteed to put the “spark” back into your marriage.

Does anyone ever stop to consider that maybe the spark never existed?

Passion is a thousand dead metaphors about fire. Repeated, but still relevant. Passion isn’t a slow burning camp fire, it’s an all out blaze at the oil factory. Passion is beyond red, it’s white and it creates and it destroys.

Passion creates life and passion ends it. It’s hypnotic, it’s dangerous and it can consume you.

It’s all about passion.