Getting lost in the infinite connections with tiredness of a feeling that’s both joyful and heavy is scary to imagine. Knitted in mystery that offers me no directions, I manage to get lost in your world even if far. It feels good when, after astray, I see rays of light where I could find you waiting at a home that I feel mine.
“I stand here looking at the graduation photo of our bachelor’s degree, wondering how the ugly you became so beautiful when posing like me”, she teased and continued on phone just hours before her post-graduation.
When Rune found a friend in me, it was his postures – hunched shoulders, ever lowered head, tucked-in tail, timid and fearful eyes – that portrayed him as an omega wolf yearning for a non-hurting companion.
The scars of terrible abuse could be felt when I patted his back while he sat silently by my side, but that didn’t mean he was loved less by the pack as I’ve witnessed the aggressive ones giving their dear omega a chance to win games at times.
Oddly, today I could feel a deep pain in his eyes that usually held fears and I was assured of my guess when Rune left my side in a direction opposite to that of his usual return, indicating that he has made his mind firm of becoming a lone wolf leaving his natal pack to nourish himself with adequate food and, find or form a new pack for himself beyond his birth territory.
Wolf Pack Mentality:
I loved this wolf in the photo so much that it inspired me to read about the characteristics of wolf packs. Continue reading →
We, the lavender fields, bounded by mountains and green trees on one side were once cultivated by an estate owner with a good intention of escaping from the residues of the industrial revolution, bloomed to serve as visual treats to visitors, also spreading our aroma to lands around.
However, as generations passed, our lifestyle got changed just like yours, wherein we are plucked as buds even before we bloom so as to retain the colour, fragrance, and freshness longer.
He’s a great observationalist who tells stories during his voyages – painted tales of nature that are untouched by time and the truths that go unnoticed in commoners life – all through his music.
When he rests his chin on the fiddle and starts moving the bow over the strings of his violin, the music emerging from the instrument as a result of friction is one of those things that we can’t see but still feel the heavenly touch.
“There’s a Turkish proverb, ‘If the world flooded, it wouldn’t matter to the ducks’, meaning things that are bad for you need not necessarily be bad for others.
But here, the thing that is good for you, the very essential bath, is directly impacting my health and senses, esp. the nasal that can’t bear your sweat stench, and my skin getting soaked in your creamy lather.