Run with me, Wolf

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.

if no-one listens... it's still music

if no-one listens… it’s still music

About sputnitsa

I'm a first-gen American--grew up in Africa and the West Indies, served in Peace Corps, and work in international development, social justice, refugee aid and youth empowerment. I'm back from climbing minarets and mountains, and here in NYC enjoy exploring theaters, museums, forests and parks. I write, produce short films, and direct plays.
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