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 regrets. How the cut severed on his chest that ran down to his groin always bled and the warm blood that steamed never stopped pouring. A fountain of horror! I wanted more than anything in the world to drink his blood in an attempt that if just for eternity I could feel what it felt to know real sadness, real loneliness, real life.

Life was never this gory untill he was born. And he only thought he was serving a sentence for being given a heart as beautiful as his by a higher authority. A heart garnished with rose thorns and dandelions. A site worthy to worship. And a good number of times he enjoyed being very different from other people. He enjoyed having his shamefully decorated heart... he enjoyed all the damn good moments. His happiness was rather always too short lived as the tiny thorns in his heart pierced deeper and the fire in place of his soul scorched and he smelled like burnt earth at every passing hour, and no matter how much he tried to shake his essence it always seemed he was the hardest to love.

I met a wolf in the desert, stranded from an inability to resist the shadow of the person he once was... no matter how he tried to escape a darkness that shuts him out, a heavy blow relinquishes him to an irreparable bewilderment.

I met a wolf in the desert dying of thirst and hate and pain and shame and love.... dying from so much love to give.

In this creature I found life and reality.... loneliness and sadness...love so eternal.

 And I want nothing more but his decorated heart. In the eyes of this wolf, I found myself, my true essence and I want nothing more than to love and be loved by him in the most unconventional ways... sharing an unconventional existence.

There was a time when I would tear my skin, pluck my brows and bleed my gums to prove I loved the one I loved. Only now even better, I don't have to because I saved this wolf and he knows.

He knows I love him.

PabloIk❤️