Matt slowly removed his sunglasses, rarely would you see him without them, his excuse for doing so often varied; the real reason was because true emotion was revealed through his eyes, something Matt did not enjoy others witnessing. Today however, his feelings were on display for his mother as tears began to streak down his face to match the downpour from the dark clouds above.
Within me, for you, there is never peace. There are great wars of tumultuous storms, between the blistering colds of sky-slicing mountains and flittering moments of furious love. Within me, for you, there is always something more than war or storms or pain or love, or even the meaning to my existence. Within me, for you, peace is a farce, it is non existent and transparent. Within me, for you, there is only ever passion, burning and toiling within my veins and head and heart. There is only passion, and never peace.