The Pain

I once was passionate, however my passion caused pain, so I became hard, and cold, and my frigidness became my fear.
I chose to become loving, then my love cause me anguish, so I became angry.  I let my anger consume me and I became lost. 
Now I wonder the paths laid befor me, no longer angry, no longer afraid, my pain has left me and my anguish subdude, but I wonder, still lost, searching for the truth, still lost, but content. 
Then I thought I had found the truth, but it disapointed me, it made me empty and left me alone.
I have rejected my eternity to retain my mortality, now existence is past and once again I am searching,
not for the truth,
but for passion...

the circle begins again.