The following creative writing piece is a monologue, written by contributing writer Kaimana Guerrero.

Listen Carefully:

To Have A Passion…

Make it Known.

Be implicit.

Like subtle thunder.

Why was no one sad when the headless snowman melted? Because he was a snowbody. 

This is the part where you laugh.

What do you call a piece of dirt who likes the snow? A hopeless romantic.

What do you call a lonely guy with a wife? Happy. 

What do you call a kid with no jokes? Me.

Because they aren’t jokes, they’re facts

Jokes are useless.

Define Usefulness .

The essence of “ess” in nothingness creates this messed pent of force that I can’t regress.

Define Force. No! not the thing in star wars,

A way of getting a point across, whether aggressively or passion-essly

Define Passion.

A likefulness towards a subject. 

A person, place or thing

Can I, myself, bring this refinement to fullness?

To have a passion, there has to be a spark, a flame!

That flame is created from force. Force yourself to like.

The force creates more resentfulness but a need for less press

amongst yourself. Therefore, usefulness rests on you.

I’m not saying I’m forcing myself to have a passion.

Though a lightness of force onto the passion. A useless attempt.

What am I?

A stuckout thumb thought dumbstruck sending a passion waiting without motion.

Or maybe? Wading through lava is the best solution

Now or never? Dumb or clever? Waving a cleaver of thought through my mind.

She strikes with indifference a piece of snow falling on my head.

I am dirty and bruised with such a passion, the snow forgets to say hi.

I am dirty and bruised with such force, the snow just lingers by

I am dirty and bruised, with such usefulness, the snow becomes mine.