someone whispered in to my inner ear: be a sheep.
to be a sheep. simply, a sheep.
perhaps i am one. perhaps. a sheep in the herd of wolves.
just wearing wolf's mask.
for how could a true sheep survive among its predators?
and what if, and my prediction slowly grows into expectation, hope even, what if the wolves don't really exist?
and all creatures that we percieve as wolves are, just like me, the sheep in masks?
what then?
are you daring to take the mask off?
