Far Away

They are so few those moments of bliss. Those fleeting seconds when eyes meet and hearts beat. When breath and time are both suspended. When for mere moments we are completely exposed. Our naked souls starring at one another.


I live for those sweet seconds.

Growl~

It stings.
 
What's so wrong with me?

 Am I rude?

 Do I look angry?

Is there an issue with my outfit?

 Do I stink? 

 Then why are you not smiling in return?  Why must you whisper and cast sideways glaces? Why when I speak do you look at me as though I am from Mars? I strive to be time, reliable, helpful, even polite. Yet the attitude I am continually met with lacks authenticity and reeks of yikiness. . 

Why is that?

 It's because I am the something hiding in the sheep that is always a threat.

I am the Wolf.