Wet and floppy, vapidly stroking along my legs, whispering sweet harmonies to my living song and leaving behind a drop of moisture, this is my entrance to my self. I walk for me, even in the company of so many. In this shiny world i am so free to touch everything that sparkles, to kiss everyting that makes me laugh, to love every pretty amusement. This leaved and grassy wood is a dusky haven in my universe, and it is alive. With every step together its shade softens, its bows enfold and its floor breaks open the scents of the spheres. My lips graze against the dream.
I may awaken from the mist. I may loose the baubles I collect from the fair. But i shall never forget the kind faces, the gentle gestures, the small surges of hope. I will never fail to recognize the love that this elicits.
But, even in this solitary peace, i cannot kill the wolf.
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