Working title: Snoot.

Different perceptions taint the way the fox is seen; dependant on their varying backgrounds, amongst other factors. We kill the vulnerable just the same, digging our holes deeper and deeper; velvety pads with earthy beans, diving in and tearing away at anything crushed under paw.

The thought of “one man’s treasure can be another’s trash” fill my sunken heart with gleamering hope; knowing that one day, this man, will put me at the top of his world.

before eveything else.

before everyone else.

Past-Life Memories

I have deja-vu again.
Maybe,
In 
Another time,
Another life, 
Another place,
I also spent my free time
Writing love letters to you
Of which I may never share.

I doubt soul groups always birth people into the same roles

You know she’d come for your to save you.

But you’re over there holding his hand,
And she’s holding another’s.