Your soul tends to warp itself around things not intended for you
That is no fault of your own, really
It's a fault in human nature
A fault written in the stars long before you were born
To long for something you cannot understand
Some would say it's destiny, it's fate, or whatever word they use to excuse it
But it's more sinister than that
It's human nature
A sole longing of the flesh, of the chemicals running through your veins
It's undesirable, it's ruinous and destructive
It's what is described in religion as sin, and in romance as love
But it's what destroys us, and makes us at the same time
It's inescapable
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 9:19 AM UTC
Your soul tends to warp itself around things not intended for you
That is no fault of your own, really
It's a fault in human nature
A fault written in the stars long before you were born
To long for something you cannot understand
Some would say it's destiny, it's fate, or whatever word they use to excuse it
But it's more sinister than that
It's human nature
A sole longing of the flesh, of the chemicals running through your veins
It's undesirable, it's ruinous and destructive
It's what is described in religion as sin, and in romance as love
But it's what destroys us, and makes us at the same time
It's inescapable