never considered myself a wolf

never saw yellow eyes in the mirror

never felt the east wind in my fur

never stepped into the mist

to come back different

never sank my teeth into flesh

never stopped a beating heart

never howled of loneliness

never went into the wild

to listen to my soul´s call.

… but maybe I should…

 


pic by Nick Jans, this is the exceptional Romeo

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