Jealousy.

That one little word can destroy the world.
Your heart, soul, mind, body, and life can be destroyed by the simple seed of jealousy, planted unknowingly by a fleeting glance, a single word, or an overactive imagination.
If untended it can grow into hate.
And hate, when it is fully grown, has the power to kill.
To destroy.
To burn.
To cause wars.
To harbor bitterness toward an innocent person,
or to inflict the darkest of moods upon yourself.
Hate. It festers, and smolders, and burns and nags.
Hate can cause you to murder.
Hate can cause you to kill yourself.
Hate can cause you to utterly ruin the one you love most.
Or the one they love most.
Hate and Jealousy are the wicked stepsisters of our imperfect fairy tale lives.
They are wicked, dangerous things.
Oh, how none can tame them.

Currently listening to Am I Not Yours by Cursive. Listen here.
Picture above is by Norwegian expressionist artist Edvard Munch circa 1896.

-v.