• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 02
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See you better my dear …

If he could trace his steps,
which infact he easily could.
But if he would trace his steps.

You know,
back to the choices before choices.

Almost as in a fairy tale. Once upon a time, there was a wolf, no there was a man.

He could or would easily see which wolf he had fed at the time.

You know based on the indian tale of feeding the wolf of thoughts, of heart, you wish to be stronger. How animal are you dear, just so I can see you better.

Yes, if could would.
If would could.

Hear you better.

Now, lone wolf that he was he could stand tall in old age and know it was all clear as day. Bright red day.


See you better my dear …

No foggy choices.
Just a pure path of intention.
No food for nightmares.

Just taste you better.
It is good, you are good.
Life just so, happily ever after.