every picture is a story

what did just happen ? indignation, anger are happening sometimes but something else took control of my motor functions. i was a mere spectator of my body reactions. how did i come to wish horrible death to people i don’t know, i judged someone worthiness to existence on a perception. what part of me thought it was the right thing to do. it came from the depth, an eruption, an explosion of hate. but i am a lover of all things and being. i preach and spread love but suddenly, uncontrollably all my positive actions have been even out by wishes of horrible deaths, demand to the universe to make something abominable in front of your eyes, driver of a white Toyota who believe his time is more important than mine. how dare you do that to me, how dare i wish that to you…