Throwing Knives At The Wall

Sometimes the world slows down. Sometimes it just stands still. Sometimes everything is peaceful and you feel like everyone is the same, we all are created equal and it doesn't matter what we look like or who we are, it only matters that we all are trying to make it through this hell. There is so much hate and war, but there is also love and peace. It may seem invisible at times, but it's there. You may not know it. No one can truely hate another person. Love is always there, even if we try to hide it. Hate is powerful. If it were just hate, we'd all be doomed. But it's not. And if you just think about it, then you'll find a better place in what seems to be a bad one.