It’s funny how differently the same electrical pulses are interpreted by the brain due to a change in our surroundings, or due to the circumstances that surround us. Something that once smelled sweet, now feels like the stench of garbage, or worse. It ceases to be funny, when it is the heart that changes the way we perceive those electrical pulses.
Your sweet voice destroys my peace
Your sensual fragrance nauseates me
Your caressing touch wounds me
Your beautiful face revolts me
Everything about you makes me hate you
The very thought of you causes me to hate myself
