Divide

Lord, maybe I knew all this time that it wasn't right. I knew I hadn't asked You about it, and that I wasn't going to because I thought You'd say 'no'. I wanted You to stay out of my business, because I knew what I wanted, and I thought I wouldn't be happy with what You wanted. I thought I was perfectly capable of executing my own destiny; I could taylor it to my own preferences. Oh, how wrong I was.

The interiority I built up, made of the things that I heart, it came crashing down, as it does every week or so... That's alright... I'll clear away the rubble. I'm pretty good at doing that now.

A piece of my heart broke off though, and it mixed with the dust and junk. I can't really get it back; it's mingled with the rubble. Oh well, no matter, it's only a bit of heart. I've got plenty more. Besides, it's not the first time I've lost a bit, and I doubt it'll be the last.

Life goes on... I'll rebuild another city around my heart, and reanimate those ancient ruins. It won't be the same - it never is - but I've got some heart left still... enough for a few more disasters I think. I think I can delay final desolation a bit longer...

Besides, what are You going to do, anyway? Heal the broken-hearted like You said you would?