
Howl, howl
A certain release, the feral sounds that exist deep within each of our souls, sometimes we come across the one’s that can bring it out in us. Sometimes it scares us, that kind of loss of power, the letting go, but there is a sense of freedom in it, as well. Once we have encountered that kind of experience there will be a part of us that will forever crave its return. The one that makes us howl at the moon. “My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in, You are the moon that breaks the night … Continue reading Howl, howl