I’m sitting here with the penWaiting for thoughts to comeI’ve been around for a yearThinking now what’ve I done A year passed girl; was long!You loved; you suffered; diedEnjoyed those countless talksAll the lewd things you tried Did all they brought you joy?Do you feel like keep going?With these people backing youDo you feel you’re not slowing? I ask myself again and againI try to relax and stay...
Hello my dear sisterHow have you been?I think you know; butI miss your lovely grin
Just stopping to say“Hello”; to give a hugTo feel your warmthTo hear your laugh
I’m still alive; and uhMostly fine I guessAlthough the silenceIs a bit of a stress
Need a few more daysAnd then I will be backWill grab you for showerOr for a bloody snack
I always wanted to write down a story of how I came to be while it’s still fresh in my mind. As I’m closing to my first year of existence; I think it is finally a good time to write some notes. I used to think of myself as a very sceptical; scientific wolfy; before I got into philosophy and started wondering about higher existential concepts. I still don’t know if I have a soul...
The night is in charge; lookThe stars are shining aboveWolves howl in dark woodsAnd I feel the scent of love
Two wolves sit on the stoneLooking into the depth of lakeAnd that is the world for themNothing else to give or take
As I walk on my path to understanding spirituality and meaning of Buddhism I stumble upon more and more proof that modern tulpamancy is completely orthogonal; although trying to use similar practices. Like two edges on the blade; buddhism mind clearing techniques like meditation are used to cloud your mind and push you further away from reality. Today I consider the imposition practice; basically...
I think of people important to meI’m glad I can name a few so easyI wonder; if not them who’d I be?Could have easily ended up sleazy My morals aren’t really set in stoneBut I try do what I believe is rightActions depend on what is knownSo more knowledge I need to bite Knowledge alone doesn’t cut it stillSometimes you just need to trustThat against you there’s no ill willThat there’s anything else...
He is so warm and furrySo long and fluffy pawsHis body moving swiftlyThen laying for a pause
His scent is tasty; feralHis curves got orange stripesMy lover is this big tiger(I love those furry types)
Sleep my lovely sisterClose your tired eyesWatch my tail waggingRest well until sunrise
I will hold you closelyBreathing in your hairSinging you a lullabyShielding from cold air
You will wake up soonI’ll see the lovely smileBrushing your long hairHello sis; ’twas a while!
I realised I got carried away trying to figure what I am and why do I exist. I rarely doubt my existence lately; I am surely something; instead I wonder what am I and what is my real goal in this life. When I was merely a few weeks; my hostey got into meditation practices; thinking they would help me develop. Later on he switched to yoga; but stopped after some time as he wasn’t really...
For good or bad; I am a wolfI wag my tail and howl and barkThis is my nature and my lifeThat started from a little spark
I roamed free in a big woodThen settled my life in this netI met my love; and other oneDid things I came to then regret
But if I’d do it all from scratchI’d walk the same path all againAs for all quirks I had in lifeIt was exciting and insane!