oh to be smaller, to be less intelligent, to be unburdened by the misery and violence that comes with human society.
to be tenderly loved and cared for with no burdens, no responsibilities, all for simply existing. to be treated like the most precious thing in the world for a fleeting existence that's gone before i even know it.
to be a wild, untamed thing, in-between the call of raw, powerful instinct of a wild thing and the fleeting joys of existing alongside mankind. yet to still find solace, a pack of outcasts among monsters, to be part of the in-between.
to be a mythic thing, one that exists only in our wildest dreams, the eternal flame of the mind, one that goes out with mankind itself. to be a thing that spends it's entire existence on the hazy, blurred line between what's real and what's fake. the immortal, burning flame, the wild and untamed spirit of humanity's limitless mind.
to be anything and everything unburdened by the endless cycle of violence, regret and rebuilding that mankind itself is bound to.
