Have you ever been so angry that you want nothing more than to lose control?

Be swept away by an ocean current? Face your final fear? Look at everything you that has ever made you scared and you challenge it? Have you ever burn with that kind of anger that you could never fail, you can only perservere. You can only get stronger. That kind of anger is what turns lace into leather, turns the prey into hunters. Makes a heart harden like steel, bleed and softened. If the only passion you know turns against you. If your mind and your heart fails you. What else are you to know, but the anger that could keep from fighting sin, from fighting fear, what other choice is laid into your hands but to turn your struggles to a war?
I got that from someone’s blog…It was interesting how accurate that description is. how I wanted nothing more than to just act without thought and to will that against everything that I was afraid of. how, yes, when i realised that my mind and my heart had failed me and my passion lost, i knew nothing else.

Yet, I did not lose control completely. I had the last drops of sanity to know what had to be lost. And now I have this sinking feeling that I may have killed someone in that choatic moment. Yes, someone.

Inside of me. Me.