Love has turned to hatred, it seems. Or perhaps love is now so inextricably entangled with hatred that you can't tell one from another.

Your molten rage whips itself 'neath a treacherous sea. You swing violently from glacial fire to blistering ice.

Sometimes you drop from the sky at such alarming velocity the water surface feels like crushed concrete pavement as you slam into murky silence.

Submit, surrender, all or nothing.

Let it all out and then let it go, or keep it all inside and spontaneously combust. There are only two real choices. Middle ground is bullshit, unless you are a Zen master, in which case you don't give a damn about anything in the first place to bother with catharsis.

Still, I'm sorry.