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.