Oct 2014
I fall asleep in desolation with wolves watching over me. Their eyes gazing upon my emotionless face. I sleep in peaceful terror as dreams of falling nightmares gleam with an uncertain radiance in my wayward minds subconscious. Outside, winter breathes out my name as the wind is crashing against my window. The wolves howl at the moon that is glistening upon the lake. Whispers to the sound of the water gently freezing over.
Something I thought of when I was thinking about my lone wolf persona. The name Akela, which is my legitimate middle name, is the same name of the lone wolf in Rudyard Kiplings, The Jungle Book. I didn't get that name because of that book though, I just thought it kewel.
