to the wolves, forever haunting us.
Copyright © Helix Mors, 2017
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- wolf dreams
- after the war
- something ostentantiously titled "self-portrait" (1793)
- fear of abandonment
- (fragments) the seeker
- the stories, speaking
- wolf dreams, II
- wolf dreams, III
- moon song
- post-counselling whining
- an afterword
- about the poet
i wrote these poems back in march 2017. i was in a very different state of mind and emotions back then. i keep wanting to publish this, especially when i still have a tumblr account, but i keep putting it aside, because there is something intimate in this, something that i do not share lightly.
yet, i feel like i have to publish this, if not to get it out of my system, then simply to share with you how i feel back then, the messy, depressed, lonely, yet hopeful boy i was back then. i lost someone important to me, emotionally, back then, and i was on the verge of losing my rl friends, as well.
yet she said i would be a good photographer. so here it is, a snapshot of the boy i once was, eight months ago. i can confidently say that i am in a much better place now, but i hope these poems would find home in your heart,
would touch someone's mind and inspire them, somehow, to be better. there is always someone else out there.
there is always someone else who loved you.