Passion is a funny word. I love when people tell me they are passionate about something or someone. What does it take to learn passion? Have I ever felt it before? I think so.

To me passion grows in the pit of your stomach and works its's way up and down. Passion fills you heart and takes over your head. You can't think about anything else. Your toes start to tingle and your knees get weak.

When you look deep into the sole of someones eyes and you can see eternity, it that Passion?
When your body aches to hear the voice or to see a face, is that Passion?
When you watch every breath in their chest, is that Passion?
You hang on to every word that is said and you understand all of it, is that Passion?

I have heard of people that are too passionate about things.
Their heart explodes into many pieces and fragments hit the head causing trauma. Their toes burn and their knees break in half.
They turn passion into obsession. Eternity becomes longer and a dark place where secrets hide. They can't wait to hear the voice or to see a face. They watch every move and fantasize about what is done.
Do they think it is demented to wait ,to watch through the windows of their soles and peak through keyholes to catch the breath from the chest. Passion turns to obsession. Passion becomes a dangerous word.