The Passion Beneath

It burns brightly beneath what you can see
A love for many a wondrous thing
Like the nebula which hide stars of all kinds
My brooding, tired, look hides the joy I wish to share

Do not fear me, as my energy bursts forth
Coming like a volcanic eruption in the night
Its stark contrast from the usual grey appearance
Is not ominous, menacing, or threatening,
It is just
The Passion Beneath.

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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