I say I am going to go to bed, then stay up late yet again. Then I'm tired in the morning, the sun is not my friend.
Round and round in circles, will this blasted cycle never end? And yet I know I'll stay up one more time, my ways I'll never mend.
There is a passion deep inside.
A passion that burns, and wells like a roaring inferno,
but is fragile and delicate as a tiny candle flame.
This passion is a creative desire.
At times this passion burns so hot, so intense,
there is fear it will swallow this mere shell.
That this shell will be engulfed in a whirling, raging
....beautifully maddening...creative out-pouring.
...But it does not happen.
The fire does not come free.
The fire is imprisoned, caught in a veil.
The veil is silk so fine, it can not be seen.
Yet neither can the strength of this silk be broken.
An intense passion flares in the distance!