#wild hozierposting

[madbard]

The journey from “heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I” to “I’d walk through hell on living feet for you” is a sweet and violent one; a transformation that cannot be undone.

At what point does passion become destructive? Can a strong enough love ever truly be separated from the desolation it begets?

What is this world, that leaves a lover frozen?

Some say that flames redeem through suffering, all we know for certain is that they reduce their kindling to ash.

Is not your lover a part of the world? Are not you?

To destroy everything for a moment of warmth - the promise of paradise turned to ash outside your reach. All the promises in the world are not worth that heat.