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 I’ve become. To fight the battle that Confucius insists is the ultimate one. And if the universe refuses me her blessing, I will still be. 6000 x 6000px