Hate: the all pervasive emotion.

Love is powerful, so they say. What about hate? I can't escape it. In a sadistic, perverse way, i don't really wanna get away from it. But i hate it. It's like the surrounding flames, that burn the skin and threaten to melt the bones, but there is no way i can survive without its warmth. Hate is dripping out of the walls here, dark, sticky and vicious liquid. Its all over the floor. Constantly rising up.

What is this vile liquid? Where does this come from? Is my hate directed towards someone or something? NO. I don't feel that. It exists independently. It doesn't need a reason or a rhyme. On the contrary, love is nothing but lack of hate, just the way shadow is lack of sunlight. Love and shadow don't have an independent existence. One depends on the Sun or the lack of it and the other on the lack of love.