Warm Intuitions

I was already a man with a void.  
There was a hole in my being, so your arrows was not a disturbance. It didn't hurt; it couldn't hurt. There have been piercings before.

I chose you. I had my back to you in a delusion of safety, and now you have shown me it is me who must take care of me.

So the flames I carry will light a new path for me.  
A path of self-forgiveness and acceptance.  
To find and to heal.  
To provide a filling to the hollow Ive become.  
To fight the battle that Confucius insists is the ultimate one.

And if the universe refuses me her blessing, I will still be.

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