PERENNIAL HATE

Though these two words might have different connotations and, in some way, be opponents by their mere allusions made upon their perspectives, it is quite wise to bind them in an everlasting embrace that turns them into a paradoxical but strong true. Many times the wanderer has found himself trapped in the disjunctive of saying what he really feels or just be as polite as he was taught to be, his pale heart tells him not to lie to himself, his brain tells not to hate because doing so, it poisons his heart, his feelings tell him not to hide the unheard voice of his soul, his head tries to control the storm of thoughts created by this unmanaged anger that bounds his actions and desires towards one objective; to hate the one who possesses his unique brilliant jewel. This thief, deserves (whether you like it or not) the immortal and everlasting hate for stealing and bringing desperation in a perfect world, which only knew about calm and peace. This wanderer, however, did not agree on the pre-established set of values that his society imposed on him, on the contrary, he just followed what his inner voice told him to do, that is why this hate grows day by day like a perpetual tree, dammed to live for ages to see the end of the days with the same mad eyes.