So,
Love will crush you.
In an infinite number of
ways.
But you will love love more
than your very own being.
And you will want more of
that destruction.
That is not my divination.
That is a divination made
from the remnants of past.
No crystal ball will ever
possess more wisdom on the matter.
It aches to love. You tear.
You curse yourself sometimes.
And if you gain happiness,
no song can ever portray the beauty of being you.
You get to be the master
and slave of your own heart.
And you dwell in that
contradiction with pleasure.
You wouldn't want it any other way.
