I respect the Big Bad Wolf. He didn’t give up. He huffed and he puffed–till he blew those houses down.
I don’t want little piggies. I just don’t want to fail my little beast.
So, I drag myself back down to our abyss, never knowing when or how I’ll reach the other side. Knowing nothing at all…
Nothing. Except the pain of not.
There is no Persephone without her spring.