Tales from the mouth of a wolf. Yep You heard that right. The writer who has spent years calling himself a wolf and tearing apart anything in his wake just mixed things up and labelled himself as a flower. Confused? Well, I can explain. But first we need to go backwards so that we can then go forwards. Sometimes we just need to go through a little bit of shit before we can grow.

If you want to be a hero well just follow me. I woke up with no memory. All alone in my bed. I stared at the mirror. A strange feeling in my head. An ant crawled up to me. You must be The Giant Ant. She led me to her home. Too small for me to fit in. She gave me a potion. To help me slip in. I drank it all at once. I remained a giant ant.

Version of the thin line that exists between imagination and reality? A young novelist who explores merriment by penning down words dressed in a colorful wardrobe. Words that speak of uncertainties, anxieties, joy and belief. Words that sketch imagery defying truth , reality eluding illusion and all that lies in between. You can also meet me here-. PS I love being read and written to.

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Figuring out life at the beach. This is a perfect post for the last week of December. The pros and cons of flying solo.

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Floating thoughts, A place where my beautifully weird thoughts floating around in my mind are posted. Your life maybe under debris and rubles, but one day it will all lift off like kisses and bubless .

Where seemingly intelligent people turn stupid. Trying to put my finger on why though is a little more tricky. If you look back through the history books a lot of Christian beliefs and traditions actually came from Pagan origins. And exchange the right w.