I feel the strain under their glowing smiles,
I feel the crystal droplets of their tears for love,
I feel the pains and tensions of their decisions,
I feel the diminishment of their hopes,
I feel the incarcerated wills struggling to break the shackles.
I feel the happiness they feel.
I hate people while I love them with my full heart
I hate and love their ambiguity, duality and polymorphism,
their idealism, their realism.
And sometimes the pangs pierce through their fervid laughs and penetrate my heart with utmost pains and upon which I realize painfully that the inequality of them is to be ascribed as one crime ruthlessly committed by fate or His presence if there is any.
Though we deny, defy, complain, revolt, we have to admit to it, or resign ourselves in order to attain the salvation, which is considered a surrender to the throwness or the a
dare we?