new mornings, long days, sleepless nights

Our passion prizes come and rise through the freshly broken glass to serve as a resting point before the big journey begins. The blood is the lubrication that brings meaning to the process but it is not the blood and passion alone that can carry any one man or woman, woman or man. What you see in these people is patterns inconsistent with the patterns of the day.
The unpredictability of passion makes it just enough to merit comfort in the most uncomfortable of places not as a means to any end but as a means for living through the times when people are not so receptive to change or new wordings paired with new music that rocks the underground.
What people want is something they cannot have through the sheer act of wanting. What people want is what other people have. To be in that place makes a fool out of people. The passion you seek must never be for anybody including yourself. It is something past control and it can never be harnessed. The prize will come not in payments as it usually presents itself in a way meaningful only to you. The blocks come form fitted and matted so one day you can see progress through the symphony of caring. The prizes are the reflections or results of what passion brings. Usually, those reflections come from the bits and pieces of blood spattered glass on the floor beneath your feet. You can see yourself can't you?