Lived in the world harsh but protected
only to realise your comfort bubble
held painful love dosed with poison"
I never liked the authoritative figure. Perhaps it's the alpha male instinct in me. Perhaps it's the betrayal of someone you looked up to. It mixes up anyway.
Have you ever wondered what animal closely relates to you? I've always dreamed that I've been a wolf in my previous life. Silent but sharp, independent but works in a pack. Coincidence that I enjoy the game of catch?
Even my reading list has favoured the tales of werewolves as I try to imagine the life of living in the wild, away from human civilisation.
Is it unusual that I hate the city? I prefer the quiet windy night of peace, gazing at stars that move across the sky, and the full moon that comes every few weeks.
People are always trouble. There's been too many experiences of that.