My spirit has the youthfulness of May n roams like a freed dove. Love and hate are no exceptions of my roaming zones. If the morning sun is what i will first see when i wake up…il smile n love its touch. But if i wake up im tripped by my bed and hurt my toe, il curse my bed and hate it and il forget its the same bed that stood firm for me to lay n feel the morning sun. If i walk down an alley n see a street urchin begging for a coin or two, out of pitiful love, il help. Il forget the hate i had for the street urchhin that mugged me a week ago. If i walk into a casino and make straight recurrent winning bets, il love and be glad with myself that il sing myself ‘all i do iz win’ to sleep. Il forget last night i walked into a casino and lost so bad that i hated n scolded my sorry self as i sang myself ‘Ur a Jerk’ to sleep. If right now, this very moment, i get a reason to hate you so bad n yet once upon a time we lit bonefires n laughed the night away and chased lightining bugs under a full moon…..don’t let those sweet moments get to your head because at night when i pray il be binding your name alongside lucifer’s. The line between love and hate(to me) is so thin that it needs only a simple realization to alter the scale. Am just an apprentice of these two and this far i’ve been in their classes i feel i am justified to give you my judgement: LOVE=HATE. Do the math.