Have you ever felt hate?
Deep-rooted, heart-consuming hate?
Have you ever felt that shard of dry-ice plunge into your heart and pull out your throat?
The way it writhes in your blood and how it overcomes every other emotion, every other memory, save the one it stemmed from?
And how for that, however brief, moment, your life's purpose is eaten away, stripped of all desire beyond vengeance or self-destruction?
And you almost smile with the pure exhilaration of it?
And you almost scream from the terror of it all?
The passions of hate have thrilled and terrified me.
For a quick minute or two.
A few times in my life.
But.
The passions of love have also thrilled and terrified me.
For a quick minute or two.
A few times in my life.
And
Neither passion has thrilled or terrified me more than the other.