Isn’t it unparalleled when you can feel the metamorphic moments of your own corrupting influence? When you witness the transformation from naive to experienced, shy to confident, innocent to sinful. When you are the driving force behind those mutations. Are you improving or degrading? Do you care? Which would be more fun?
Well, you don’t have to choose. I am pure, I am tarnished, and I am delightfully destroyed. I am me at every stage of myself. I am angelic, but you never know whether the current Angel is dark, light, baby, or fallen. Which do you hope for? Which do you need? Which did you never know you wanted?
Don’t you owe it to yourself to find out?