Passion. Envying those that have it, jealous of the ones that inspire it, we are driven by life's passions. This is especially true in matters of the heart. While we verbally swear that we want love, perhaps even believe it to be true, our heart yearns to be utterly consumed by the ferocity of a fiery, unbridled passion that incinerates our soul, the ashes of rapture our release. Only with our heart thundering, our quiver...

Desire. Parallel to the passions that rule our sun and temper our moon, desires are the stars permeating the midnight of our hearts. Twinkling and countless, our wants and yearnings flit about, cascading and dancing, sometimes burning with intensity but ofttimes barely a notable, dying ember. A desire can burn brightly one second, filling our vision and consuming our soul, but dim the next, only utter blackness where it o...