Journal 4

She began to act on anger. Anger, that fiery creature who strives to intimidate anyone in his path. The one who lives in the passion of one's mind. His temper so easily swayed every which way. He sits watchful and waits, as his red eyes burn with passion. Until the moment comes when he strikes with the venom of a snake. Been sitting there since the beginning of time. The event was liable to trigger this beast at any moment. She was hot with feeling. Poor woman! She was left alone in a cloud of fury with no way out. Every person who tried could not talk any sense into her. Not one person knew how to extinguish the fire in her eyes. She would be just fine, so long as she was left alone in her fog of rage. The beast could not conquer her. At least she thought. But the others realized, she would never be the same again. Even if not at the time, the realization would come in meeting her again as they saw the fire pits remained in her eyes. Ones who once ventured into her thoughts never dared to go there again. The cloud now followed her wherever she went.