I live in a constant state of huffing and puffing, I feel like I'm a big bad wolf with a factory line of houses to blow down. I am the heat that traverses necks and cheeks and turns them violent red. I am passion without reason or desire. Deserts of foul sands, my home is the ugliness in others. A torrent of complex tornadoes carries me to and fro.
Destination unknown.
Yet back here I am again with you. Why you? Calm down for I cannot. I see the light before I come and the release when I have left. I long to be precisely where I am not.
I am a huge sun of molten emotion that so many fear and hate. But to me I’m merely Anger, the only one who can't escape.
Emine Beasley 