We are creatures of the wild. Our presence holds a mighty power without which the cycle of birth and rebirth could not go on.
Your good nature opened the front door with the naïve hope that the sun shining through would brighten the veiled windows of their heart. Instead, their ego ushered you beyond the threshold of their attention and awareness. Evoked experience from a false guardian seeking to damage the core ...
There is no time to wish upon shooting stars For he loves me, he loves me not She plucks each and every petal with no worry of the thorns She would rather bleed and lick her paw than cower from danger Her spirit, once shackled, now runs wild She is feral and untamed