As plains pass by they leave their Thunder cry's
I feel them with a passion, or its just my heart that's roaring inside for passion.
Passion haha what's that know in days.
For passion to me is love, to care and be cared for. We dont lack it just hide it .
To know that trough turbulance and rain storms a destanation will be reached
A wonderful heart filled with love and joy that roars loud, louder than these plains that go by every 10 minutes, that i thank for making me feel small and insignificant but yet againg so big cause of all of these emotional feeling im overwhelmd with that make me human, i miss these plains.