Hate is just an awkward way of love. We spit on people when we want to kiss them. We hit them when we only want to be held. We talk about misunderstanding and hurt. But how could we hurt or misunderstand each other when we are so much alike, when we are the only people who share this world for this decade, this year, this day, under the same sky? Deep down inside, and far outside, none of us really misunderstand anything. We don’t miss a trick. We know. But we all pretend to ourselves and to others, that we don’t.
ΛPГlCOT ГΛY
