It's about duality.

This blue flame burns bright into my own existence

and reminds me that only after all the rain, all the chaos, all the
destruction, and sorrow, that's were, in the darkest of all those endless
mountains I call my heart and mind that I find forgiveness.

I let myself into that house, unprepared and unafraid, and then I felt and
saw what I had as the purest certainty in my heart. It was evil, pure evil.
And throughout sleepless nights and sexual encounters, I realized that
meeting two personalities is like the contact of two chemical
substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

And the best part is that I knew from that point on that everything that
irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.
That movement, culminated with what I choose to be a symbolic
moment for change, for forgiveness, set the tone for a journey that I
know now isn't drawn in stone from the sins, mechanisms, and sorrows
of our past, but an understanding of this lessons as part, a fundamental
part, of this game we call, consume, try to escape and retain, called life.

Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own
heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. As my
shames became part of my healing process, as my mistakes become
the metallic acid spin of a taught going through my titanium headspace,
I can be sure to encounter some calm and strength in my own forgiving
hands.
I find more peace as I'm able to look into my own capacity of feeling
without shame and smiling to be centered forever trapped and liberated
at this vast and lonely point guiding as a golden leash my mind and
soul through the redemption of my bruised heart, all this for me, to be
me.

And this is not the end, forever it may seem, not only for you, as it was
for me until one day someone helped me realize, there's no lock-in,
there is no key, and there's no liberation. There's only you, opening all
these doors, inhaling all this empty space.

This emptiness you full with sorrow, with regret, you can fill it, with love,
with the unknown, with the detachment of who you were. You shouldn't
care. The genuinely liberated, they can face any walls. Because they
have themselves, and that sense of never being heard, that collapsing
sensation, as a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I
know things and must hint at things which others apparently don't know
anything of, and for the most part do not want to know.

But that's for me, the creative force and power that sets your tone as a
human that evolves. Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will
direct your life, and you will call it fate. The privilege of a lifetime is to
become who you indeed are.

I have frequently seen people become neurotic when they content

themselves with inadequate or wrong answers to the questions of life.
They seek position, marriage, reputation, outward success of money
and remain unhappy and neurotic even when they have attained what
they were seeking.

One understands that forgiving and respecting us and those around us

is the eternal blue flame of love and life. The end of the line isn't
winning some mental race but taking every step. Doing it until it isn't a
concept, but a choice, in the direction of your own happiness.