Friday, May 22, 2009

The Mercy of Wrath.

And with an air of nonchalance she said, "Anger is almost merciful. Love is far too cruel."

Anger consumes you in entirety. It burns you up till it wipes out every trace of any other emotion. Blinding rage is selfish. It is complete. And most importantly, it runs its course only till the time you decide to let go of it.
Love is brutal. Venomous in more ways than one. It takes you apart bit by bit, and chokes you slowly. Ruthlessly. It is destructive. So much more than anger.

Nonchalance is such sweet deceit. Some words always conceal much more than what they reveal.