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Thank you for your beautiful words. Still, I gain succour from the warmth I felt being inside of you. You indeed are a handsome man. Mine is the land of no hope, with no mystery, but foreboding thoughts preempting doom and gloom or maybe not for I see a crack of light yonder that does not appear to constrict my heart with fear but promises a life of self-awareness. Wisdom learnt and beauty gained for so long I have fallowed the plains of illusions believing in foreign things. I am gaining strength for I need to survive. I can no longer run away and need to move forward into the unknown with a strong heart. Why believe in corporate lies and sow the seeds of self-delusions? They have you believe so they can capture your soul, present you with false hope and breathless visions…hubris and manor to the greedy and insecure.
I can no longer give at the expense of self and feel cheated because I allow myself to be abused. Capable am I because I can feel empathy. The Hoti’s belief that a human is defined by the actions that define it: humane behaviours; a pig walking through a village in the midday heat cannot be thus because this action is out of character with those that define it. Why then do I choose to believe in phantom pigs and boars? Vanity reigns supreme to en harbour faith in false icons for there are some many.
