Stained Glass

2. Dear somebody, which is stronger, great hate or great love? Are they not the same? I will come back to these questions but I have a powerful feeling inside me -feels like whatever has been trapped inside my heart has its perfect hands pressed flat against my walls, pushing my ceilings into cathedrals. It is a good thing I taught myself long ago that mistakes can be, in the final stage, bring with them beauty. This is why for every mistake I stain a glass.