We chose ourselves violently. Then we wagered a war with inner peace. Yet we still burned. We yearned for others in the process. This has been lonely. You want to be cradled. You want to be seen. You want to be acknowledged. Some of us want to be praised. (We need to talk about that praise kink of yours - but not yet). You are here because I've captivated your attention. You're here because this feeds into your divinity. You have been burning since you picked this up. We are burning. In the end there can only be one victor and that victor has to be you.
