hate is just a rush like a fire that burns eating everything around but when all the things that can be eaten are gone and turned to ashes, to dust the heat dies and has to fade cool rain will fall down on the black und the silence and the wind will blow a seedling starts to grow it feels the touch of the air the water and the earth feeds it will become stronger and in his mind it knows some day a new fire will spread with its wrath it will kill but any harm could ever destroy one single thing the seedling had been told by the whispering wind that kissed him to life you can die and die again one thing will always last this what is the sense of life love Several years old and not really special, but I still like it somehow.