There are wolves in your mind, my dear. No, I didn't know it and... what if I knew? I knew that wolves are such beautiful creatures, I saw it on Tumblr. Splendid and massive, following me with brown piercing stares as you nervously welcomed me by the warm radiance of your hearth.
They are wolves, in your mind my dear. I should have known it when they snarled but... what if I knew? I thought a quiet voice and patience imposes every beast, I saw it on the internet. Concentrating on the dark coffee berries and alcohol sting of Noaptea Mâței to savor its evasive honey tenderness, growing closer in deeper conversations should have kept me safe...
There are wolves ruling your mind, my dear. I knew it when they attacked but what if I knew? Growling, they threw themselves upon me set to hurt, and hurt they did. But I hurt them back and we hurt you all the same in a rolling fiery ball of burning anger until we called it standoff because nobody could stand the bites anymore.
Maybe they grew a tiny bit smaller, now that we both faced them. Less entrenched than the first time, than the second, than the third... it's going to be a long, long, long winter war, with less and less beautiful brutes. Because they are still the wolves of your mind, my dear.
