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Something about heat lightning firing through the sky reminds me of the feeling of passion: lighting up the dark, piercing the thick clouds, rolling across the horizon. There is no direct connection yet they flow together so seamlessly. Oh, and both have the possibility to start fires - on the ground and in the soul.

Passion is a fire I like. Heat lightning is a scene I watch. It builds up slowly, banking and supporting itself, light rolling and exploding at the moments you least expect it to. Those moments show how tall the walls of clouds are, the walls that contain it so beautifully. It builds throughout the day, reconciling in a show, and dissapating when its energy is spent.

Suspend that line between reality and future, forgiving all past mistakes, all past confusion. Behold that which is here now, that drive or desire that pours forth, that which can be, and make it so. Protect yourself properly, you know, to prevent pain, but savor the feeling of excitement of being so close to that edge. Fire burns above as below, inside as out.