You Are Not Unlovable.
There Is Always Something To Love.
Here's what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to possess a heart that can't be trusted? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one wilfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from sanity and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight toward a beautiful flare of ruin, self immolation, disaster? What if your deepest self is singing and coaxing you straight toward the bonfire, is it better to turn away? Stop your ears with wax? Ignore all the perverse glory your heart is screaming at you? Set yourself on the course that will lead you dutifully towards the norm, stable relationships and steady career advancement, all with the promise of being somehow a better person? Or ... is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?
