How boring is it life , how boring are those Wednesday , how boring is this song , no life in the melody , just like a black paper stick in ur face black paper on your nose , this is what I call Wednesday at 5 o’clock…….

Suddenly, music stopped, hands clashes, everyone changed the angle we changed our perception our “champ de vision ” , sounds like new word “P A S S I O N ”

PASSION , u should sing with passion u should smile with passion , everything in life should have the passion as a center , he said .

If you lost the sense of passion in your life you can consider that you ARE DEAD , WHAT about a song ? what about a voice without no life ?

A passion , a passion , the passion , passionate I left the class , thinking how much I adore that word P A S S I O N , thinking how life for me have once reference passion , how come I lost that sense one day ? how come I am walking right now , leg after another with passion , how did I lost years without my favorite word passion !

I used to think that there is a strange analogy between passion and sex , I used to think that passion mixed to sex will definitely mean LOVE , I used to think that there is no love , and there is only one concept in this life called PASSION , yet how did I left all my values my life my favorite word for so long ? how did I lost the sense of living ?
Is it me , is it someone else pushed me into the black whole ? is it everyone and me !?
Or is it the uncontrollable passionate soul ?

Like each Wednesday , was walking from university to home thinking how boring was this day , and how sad is it my life without an irregular sense of passion prisoner in my soul waiting HIM waiting his eyes his lips his hands to crush the passion density in my brain , waiting HIM my source of passionate life !

Never been their before , never been their for real , I was maybe using my illusion watching my pen drawing a new passionate life . never been their before , never felt the kiss the touch the hug the passionate existence when you ask for more and more and asking that LIFE SHOULD stop their in that moment , exactly this moment .

Never felt that I am in a passionate reality knowing that I wrote the world of P A S S ION I wrote the concept I was scared that this illusion was made by a christall could be broken in 2 pieces 3 even more , never felt that passion yet I felt the reality of existing in a normal life walking like each Wednesday from home to university from university to my sweet home with a real man but without a passion

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