Passion By Edgar Daniel Pabellón Fall in love so badly that nothing else matters. The drinks you drink taste sour in comparison to the words that come out of their mouth That same infatuation you had with your wants becomes meaningless and they are the ones that incapacitate your soul Sleep no longer holds value if they are not there by your side Consciousness becomes just another state of mind Eating becomes a pastime as you pass the time in hopes of holding their attention even if it’s just for a fragment of a moment Their flaws become tolerable and most of them lovable You strive for the taste of their lips and you sigh at the thought of them with another Everything they hate about themselves become what you love about them Their trash becomes your treasure and you treasure it greatly It’s passion is it not? The way your mind just seems to systematically eliminate everything and everyone for them (this seems rather unhealthy) The way their lack of response drives you to insanity (okay maybe this is getting out of hand) It’s passion, is it not? “To abandon this writing would be a blessing and an insult. A sad departure and a necessity.”