Passionate
Yes, yes of course I’m passionate about something. It’s there. Sitting squarely in the back of my mind, occasionally paying a visit to remind me of things unaccomplished. I swear, I will get to it when I have the time. Don’t worry, it won’t run away. I mean, yeah, I am racing against time, but that’s another bastard altogether. Passion will stay. Passion may never have the chance to take shape, but it’s there.
Sorry.
