I took a walk, down in the woods where I met with a wolf, who looked like a dude who wore shoes and a bulletproof vest.
He smiled at me, while I stared at him/it in wonder and fear, and wishing why the hell did I had to walk here.
"Come, don't be afraid." he/it said, with teeth as white and sharp, making my insides churn. I walked forward, as if in a trance, and took his hand. He led me deeper into the woods, and showed me things that only books can write about.
In those woods, I flew with the birds, made friends with the ants, danced with the bears and eaten fruits of every kind. I was in ecstasy, in blithe, I didn't know where I was but I was happy. With my friend, the wolf, who has been so dear. All these times, he is there with me, showing me wonders after wonders.
Till one day, I stopped by a river. I saw my reflection, my hair long and messy and my face, dirty and grimy but my eyes. Oh you should have seen them! The gleam, the spark! It's as if they are shining with life! My eyes shone, as if they hold a thousand secret.
I looked for the wolf's reflection in the river, but couldn't find any. I looked right and left, he is here with me, but why can't I see his reflection?
And I wonder, have I gone mental? Have I gone bonkers? Have I gone over the line?
These questions, till today, remain unanswered as I delved deeper into the woods, with my friend, the wolf who wore shoes and has on a bulletproof vest, always reminding me, that life is nothing but a test, that I needn't to pass but just to enjoy the ride for what is life, if all I see is in pictures of grey and black.