Love x Hate
Only love rooted so endlessly within can create the most malicious of humans. Hate sprouts from the roots of love. A flower of death from the dream of infinite hope. A cloud forming a mushroom: the holy grail of a race that never found a cure for their eternal love. From the raindrop of doubt the beauty of the plant reaches into a dimension of the opposing sentiment, growing so swiftly, yet without the touch of sun rays. It seeks to pierce the clouds, the mutation of hate its only fuel to achieve the task. When the clouds finally fall and the first flickers of sunlight fall upon the surface, no more green remains. Only a dark, twisted devil's claw towards the sky spanning along all that the sunlight finds. A fuel so powerful yet so intoxicating. The lines between love and hate are nothing but a thin stroke that fate paints on the life of a human.
The human is no more than the instrument, the canvas.
All that we can influence is if we let the ink sink into the deepest corners of our soul or if we simply let them fade as time blows a freezing breeze upon us, capable of carrying the ink to the oceans of despair, where the raindrop emerged...
