You know that point where you notice the hate in your heart. It's usually a hard thing to look at, but at a certain time you look into your centre and you simply feel that single cold statement of "I hate" like a puff of air a single moment where you have expressed cold words, or maybe it was many times, compressed to be a icy cold orb. You look at it and you believe it unlike the other times, but this time you feel it, you see it, it's there. And you simply have to accept it as a part of your blood and soul. Because there is always something that you hate or find annoying, dislike, but you know there are also things that you like and love and feel warm for. No one is perfect, everyone hates something and it can feel uncontrollable and be controlled or feel under control but is overpowering in a way yet unseen by you. As you live you hate. And as you live you love. You can go on living your life and changing as time passes, you maybe change your hates or force yourself to change them, to try and be a better person and to be accepting every step of the way. But hate will always be there watching from the shadows, a mere passing thought or comment forced to remain unheard. You hate like every other good soul who battles bravely not really to save another but to save themselves. Many might disagree and say that they really are holding back hate to save another from cruel words or actions. But really we will be known as the monster, cruel one, and we will be a darkness we never wanted. How would it feel to call yourself a monster, and to believe it. How could you live with a monster, to know all its faults and realise that your the horrible one, the contaminated one and a disgusting being. Actions and words you spoke and acted, where did that even come from? Are you really deep down a horrible monster? What will the monster do next? How it ruin your life, contaminate your remains, darkness will always be there, how can it really crawl on your skin when it is your skin, your blood, flesh and soul, your mind. A monster. Well that is everyone it seems we are own unique kind of monster, our own dark tendencies and those maybe be large issues or as small as having dirt on the bottom of your shoes from their use. But as we known we are monsters that doesn't mean we are even if we are, after all we also think good things does that mean we are Angels, our monsters a mere one reflection of what we could be if we wanted to reach into the cage of lions. Like angels we flutter others in praise, with honesty and truth. We see beauty in many things even if it is even really one speck in another. We love and trust, find friends and family, try hard for other, reach out for one another, we are angels with blood warm with feeling and souls connecting with others. We change and adapt to be the best we can be because we care about ourselves and that care doesn't have to stem from fear. It really can be a love of ourselves. We are pure and beautiful in our souls, light remains a great beam. Such feelings we express we feel for others and create bonds. The ups and downs of life can't stop us from feeling concern, as annoying and distracting care can really be, it really is a love what we feel. Because we feel and it can seem like weakness and a threat sometimes. We get scared to show our colours and to be hurt and to be seen as a reflection of the beast, it is a part of who we are but we are also the reflection of the angel with pure white wings. The images overlap a mere glance at our soul. If people look they glance because monsters and Angels are not a rare find in this world. So don't be afraid of what is mere a glance of the soul because all the fragments are yours, your smell, appearance, sound, eyes, mannerisms, soul.
