The Wolf by PabloIk
Is this the part where I bare my thoughts? Or is it the part where I dance to the days and days of the soothing music that has been playing in my head and bare his soul instead. No, this is the part where I tell you of how special he is. This is the part I bare my own soul... for in his soul I have found my essence. I met a wolf in the desert. Stranded and dying. I peered into the wolf's soul. But there was no soul. There was only fire. There was a flame that raged like a thousand kilos of burning coal burning miles away. A fire that seemed to have been burning for timeless eons but no one seemed to notice. I noticed. I noticed all the tiny intricacies of this arsonry... it was no ordinary crime. Who started this fire? Who knew the right amount of fuel to put to keep this fire burning and for how long? How inhumane! In an endless charade of what I thought lack of love was. I never knew loneliness till I felt his warmth. I saw how he bled from years of unimaginable sorrows and regre...