This word is a weapon of two sides
A passion can make you soar to the highest layer of atmosphere until the sky could be your boundary .


Other types of passion could be lethal at which you wake up in the morning wonder how many incredible deeds you should accomplish to put down your inner fire of excitement and recharge all the batteries starving for success.

You refuse to live normally and fall as a prey and constant slave for the routine.
You decide to free yourself from suppressive drugs that could sabotage all what you have been struggling to build.
At the end, the only weapon you posses is your passion to the thing you been pursuing.

Jazz
Red wine mixed with kisses
High heels tapping the dancing floor
Frank sinatra’s melodies embracing my heart.
Iam wearing my dead red gown and freckles around my neck are no longer subtle so they sparkle when stage lights directed towards the.
My nails are highly adjusted and my hair flows straight down my waist and this generates warmth.

I feel comfortable in my own skin as i took the first sip of my beer followed by suction from a vape.

Butterflies started to invade my stomach,wondering thoughts started to shower me from head to toe,and I felt the weirdest attachment ever to the guy wearing the tuxedo and asking me to dance with him.

I could barely refuse his offer as his eyes was forcing mine to obey the command.
I felt safe
I felt love
I felt joy and satisfaction the moment he wraped his hands around my waist.
He came little closer and told me “beauty decided to reshape in the woman standing before me”