Wolf Dreams -Part 1- Faith of clouds
Sometimes we love to be hurt, to not get hurt in the same place,and by the same way again. And sometimes, we love to lick our wounds just not to remember things we would not want to remember again. This always had been giving me the feeling that I sometimes never forgive, and sometimes forget. This is our nature, this is how the wolves love to be like. We sometimes love and live, and sometimes leave. We sometimes, play and come to live happily ever after, dance and run, greed our teeth and smile, look to the sky and wish. Because we care for life; we care for the living. we care for being beside one for the other, just to be as a unit and unique. We love whiteness, as snow, and we mark our footsteps because we make history,because life without you making history is non-sense,and gravity without you leaving footsteps is worthless, because footsteps are existence, are movements, are signs of life.