LONEWOLF
I put on clothes of taciturnity to wine and dine with my shadow as I finish burning relation_Ship ties pour the ashes in a shallow river whispers into its ear to "never find me again". Looking down from my wall to see; the lovers on a cart posing with colorful smiles and the little girl leaning on her Arthur's arm, dabbling their feet in the air on a swing, looking at a man with a brush and canvas. staring and smiling at my foolishness The hazel tree with its blackish-grey shade near the red and white striped barricades and the brown swinging granny armchair which smells like her red rosy ribbon and the pile of 90's fugitive slaves magazines depicting women of owu the only picture of a family I had as my clue to reckon broken bloodlines I have a shadow trailing behind me as I bask in my lone_lean world for I am not Just a loner but a Lonewolf. ©Iamteazhy ®The Liv...