Myself

Dost thou believe in broken hearts, uncontrollable wonder and inescapable fate? Dost thou think that passion is something used wisely and according to plan! Nay! Nay, though thou see it as such! Passion is in of itself the release of emotion once it cannot be constrained, once thought and choice are furthest from thy love. Life breathes only for the passion and the love of thy inner existence. Tears that may fall and wind that may blow are not because it makes sense? Thou dost not see? Thee scream stupidity and all wrath for it make thee feels better of thyself. Hath thou not felt the need, the power of the forces, that pull thou into all wonder that gives you light? Nor been of the knowledge that something must happen, as thou were pulled towards it over and over without fail? Perhaps thou was deaf and blind to the speaking and laughed in my face. Watch thee now and life ever after, watch destiny take its road though thou barricade it as thou may. Fate is a wise one, fate gets through. All broken hearts shall be mended, having found their place. Wonder fulfilled with knowledge, and fate coming through. Do not inquire of me my reasoning for my reasoning is none. Passion is my reasoning. Thou best shut up.