Mongrel

by Hanako Footman

Wise is the man that stumbles upon death and does not run, but stoops down in humility and discovers what he values.

That knowing is this: love is not something to be won. It cannot be begged or bargained off others. It cannot be found on your knees. Love is found in the looking. In the still waters that reflect your very being, held among the stars above. Bright and wise and wild.