I met a boy yesterday. He knew what semen tastes like.....He was crying, but the tears flowed from my eyes. That boy was me, 24 years ago.
I met that boy too. He was 13. But it was him
who hated me
. For not rescuing him, not saving him. I had to ask his
forgiveness, and then set him free to be a boy again.
"In the burning Heart, Just about to burst
There's a quest for answers, An unquenchable thirst
In the darkest night, Rising like a spire
In the burning heart, The unmistakable fire"Survivor