Ultraviolence

I think the human soul craves tragedy more than we are willing to admit.  I think there’s a piece of you that desires the sensation of pain, of loss, of humiliation. The taste of your tears are a delicacy. You find yourself licking your lips in satisfaction after the final tear drop, following the worry lines of your face, slides onto your tongue as if it has reached its intended destination. I think you feel a sense of pure exhilaration when a wave catches you off guard, sending your arms thrashing above the water in a battle against force itself. I think war gets you high and you’re madly in love with heartbreak.