When I was little my mom once told me that Wyverns (A dragon of some sort I guess) were real and very much alive in this world. Being the tiny gullible child I was, I bought into her fairy tale lies. Every night since then I have always looked all around my house for the lair of the Wyverns (of course I never found them). I began to doubt the woman that birthed me. Where were the magical creatures that she talked so passionately about every night? I asked her where to find the Wyverns one night. She held my stare for a few seconds and then she whispered so quiet that I could barely hear the words that came out of her mouth.
"Where the wild things are." Looking back on it now. Those stories were drugs talking, not her mother.
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May 2016
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