As of this moment, I'm burning with a fire, A fire inside me, A fire that seems like it will incinerate my insides and leave me a soulless body with just a superficial layer to show for myself.
I feel the heat of anger- The fire of anger is white, It blinds me, It provokes me to destroy, to carry out a spell of destruction, to devastate anything that blocks my way.....
I feel the heat of passion- This heat pushes me forward, pushes me towards my goal. It refuses to stop pushing, It makes me want, It makes me desire, It makes me want to run even faster towards my destination, It makes the road seem much shorter than it actually is.......
I feel the heat of fear- The fear that tries to keep me down, The fear that nags at me, The fear that claws at me, The fear that makes me want to give up, The fear that makes me want to cry. Even though i feel it, Even though it's burning me, I refuse to acknowledge its presence except when i try to convert it into passion....
I feel the warmth of love- The warmth that keeps me secure, The warmth that spreads all over me like a cloak, The love that i don't recognise, The love whose source or form I can't see, Yet i feel it, I feel the presence of a reassuring benign friend, a lover, a parent, a sibling, a whole family....
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Hey Vikipeadia,
Looks like you're in a rather pensive mood! Ok, I am slightly confused about the deeper meaning of the post. But I guess what it means for you may not be the real intention behind the post.
I just enjoy reading how freely your words flow...
Keep writing...
The tone of your post reminds me Milton's Paradise Lost.
Nice one Viks...in some vague way, the blog reads like the daily horoscopes that hide in the back pages of our dailies. I mean, it reads the same for everyone, but interpreted differently. So wot do we call it...situational neuroses??
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