“True hatred is life’s suffocation. It does not speak. It only behaves. It proves, by holding a hand upon the throat, keeping us from breathing. Love is a breath, yet it is a single breath. For we hold upon love’s breath for an eternity. We only let that breath go, when the one we love is released, and in death, there are no more breaths. Lust is the repeated breaths, chaotic and motioned. Lust is the numerously spilled sighs, countless in their number, unable to be grasped.
Criticism is the ability to better life, though lacks necessity upon death of that life. Whatever we mean to express, through our honest selves, is devout upon criticism. We want to better them, the life, before they die. Criticism speaks, gently through intellect. It does not act. It does not dismantle nor cause destruction. It merely reminds the listening person of what they already know of themselves.”– Anonymous