The Gonzo Wolf

Courtyard calm as the city races by.

Happy billows from productive daydreams.

Thousands do their thing; No two alike.

My stomach balled its fist in the remote view.

Fear of what’s to come or horrors for which I’ll be capable, because I’ve never not before?

Voices, odd noise; behind.

Tangible or ghost? I’m privy to both.

Curious, do you ever think of me?

It’s because I make you.

Relax; it’s only The Force.

This is where the fun begins.

G’night.