help me

what is it that we want so much to have but always fail to notice that we have it all along?
maybe i cant find it. i dont even know how to explain it say it speak it. its this tingling all around your fingers, the charging up for a punch. its anger in its physical form, a separate entity.

wolv

love

i'd like for you to help rip my ribs apart and let the sun shine in, because i've been growing a bit cold and nobody likes a wolf with a heart of ice and a deadly touch.