Love

All we are is twistedness. All we are is hatred. And I don’t want to just hate.

Hollowness: it’s what we have in place of a soul. And I want a soul.

 

We’ve got to stop hating ourselves. Who would we be if we weren’t contorted? And twisted?

We need to be opened out of ourselves. Out of our self-devouring. Out of our hatred.

 

Love: do you believe in that? Do you believe in a love that could possess us? That could just beam out of us? That’s what it would mean to become an angel: love, beaming out of us.

 

I want to be opened. I don’t want to be hollow. To be possessed by something good, not something evil.