Love-Hate

It's funny love and hate; they are the same, just as the color red.
Cuz loving is hateing and hateing is loving…
It can make you crazy…
It's weird the more you want it, the less you get.
The less you want it the more you get.
When you have it you don't want it, when you don't have it you're desperate for it….
Do you really know why?
It's just a mess of feelings.
It is: "I hate everything about you, but I love you"….
If only it was another time another place, another life, in another form than maybe, they say.
But it would still be the same. Cuz love makes wars and hate makes peace, just as they do the opposite to.
You know why we don't want to die?
Because we are afraid of losing, this lovely bloody mess of hate that we don't want to lose.
It makes us feel alive, this Happy, sad horror of a life.
Can you truly say you hate your rival?
You love the way you interact and you can't live without it?
Can you truly say you love your partner?
Can you live with that person's needs and strains on you?
So you love your rival and hate your lover!
But you still love and hate them!
Cuz it's all the same!
The same bloody hell we insist on living in, the red bloody hell we would do anything for, this red bloody hell that we call heaven.
Cuz love and hate melt together and make a red world of life that in the end will fade away to a black mess of nothingness and death. Where nothing is sad, nothing is happy, nothing is love and nothing is hate, it's all the quiet nothingness of the blackened death.
And as the world goes on today, it will all end when the fire of the red sun will fade back to a black hole that will leave nothing of the red love or hate, just black nothingness of a black hole that took everything and is nothing itself. And that nothingness will remain forever in to the abyss of eternity.