"The Devastation of Love I’m forever hopeful to be stolen by it, Swept up and falling into … I will cease to be a singular soul, alone. I will join with another, and become someone entirely new. It’s messy and often ugly. It’s devastating. Perhaps it’s simply my love of playing with fire? It’s a shattering experience. Life Altering, soul modifying. It’s anarchy, destruction. Demolish what was there, rebuild stronger joined as two. It’s crushing, humbling and overwhelming. It’s embarrassing, pathetic, and shameless. I must surrender to the tidal pull of another. I must submit to the power of two combined. I am no longer me; I am now, us and we. I hand myself over to the other. It’s a before and after episode. It’s a demon who burgles my deepest secrets. It’s a cresting wave, pummeling me into the depths. It’s a deity demanding I bow and worship at its alter, scrape and beg, plead and surrender, succumb. It sweeps me up into a hurricane of destruction. It blows through me without a care for who I once was. No matter my preparations, Or how long I’ve sought his elusive beast. No matter, it will destroy me, And still I seek nothing else. "

- ~Payne Hawthorne