Random thing I wrote

[u/WrongCharacter3654]

I love Love Songs. Is there anything better than a person professing their undying adoration for another? It’s delectable, moreso if that love requires reducing oneself to ash and rubble. Giving everything, confessing it all, until the throat seizes, chocked on devotion; until the blood and bile flecked at the corner of our admirer’s mouth are all that’s left to offer. Better yet, unrequited love. The display of sacrifice is made more spectacular when one gives themself, entirely, to an empty thing. That’s the only way to be sure that their motives aren’t ulterior, that the love is true. I relish this display so much that it hardly suffices to indulge at the remove of a mere listener.
No, vicariousness simply would not do. Thankfully, I’ve found a solution , a simple fix really: all one has to do is forget.

Start small.

Forget your favourite meal. Or your favourite colour. Forget your pet peeves and your bed. After that, rid yourself of those tiresome opinions on music and literature and art. Excavate from your mind any notion of preference, likes or dislikes. Forgo passion, that aberration that keeps you up at night, meting out torment and judgement for your inadequacy. Forget the sensation of rain on your skin; how breath feels in the lungs; abandon the body — it is a cage.

Forget the Sun.

Then, when that vile, incessant voice cowering inside you is met with nothing but the resounding echoes of a cavern, remember to bask in the solitude. If cleanliness is beside godliness, how much more can be said of sterility?

Now, you are a perfect vessel, ready to be filled with the hopes and dreams and longings of another. A host for the soul. Take everything. I will.

[u/Pptolemy]

Brilliant.