isnt it strange how in the darkest, Or seemingly lowest points in one's day, After your self claimed Epic fail of the day. There is no smile to be found on your face, And no Joy in your heart.The Little things can just brighten the night, Like a lamp in a cold dark room.The song played by accident brings a smile to your face, du du da da.

School Re-started again today. The humdrum cycle already isnt fun. It was a hard day to start, waking up earlier then i have in two weeks.From first hour, i had my beliefs challenged. i wanted so badly to speak up, To speak out. To tell them they were wrong about the God they Were so quick to say, Passed condemnation out, Like Sex spreads diseise.i wanted to stand up and shout,But i felt that would be wrong, or come across in such a way it would never be recieved. i want to leave the class, It turns something i love and am passionate about,Into something i begin to loath and hate. Altho i feel, as if im biding my time. Finding the right time to speak when it will be heard fully.

Passion, Genuine.Desire, Need. Lust. Fear,Wail, Tear,Mind,Sill, Time.
i Hear about How Some of my favorite Guitarist, Would play night and day. To the point where their parents would take them to a pyschiatrist, For an obsession disorder.They all ended up being legends, and great guitar players, Reveered and respected long after they have died. Is this the sort of passion needed to reach our highest dreams and goals? i dont think so, But those who make it far, They know what they want. So,they drive and strive for it with every fiber of their being, It is what gives their life meaning, Color and Love. Love, they love that instrament, Im going to strive for more passion in my living, passion is a step towards love. Adding more love in our life, Doesnt sound like a bad thing to me.


-Only Love is all Maroon
Ian S.