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 for which I have to howl.
My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in.
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl.”

Howl :: Florence and the Machine

When they go, as everyone does eventually, the abandonment will weigh heavy on our hearts. We have been left an animal, a beast with only a burden to carry in our hearts, our gutteral voice silenced. We catch ourself lingering at open windows, when the full moon is floating in the sky, with a burning need to howl for love’s return. Love has made this all so uncontrollable.

“I must admit I cant explain.
Any of these thoughts racing through my brain.
Its true,
baby I’m howlin’ for you.”

Howlin’ For You :: The Black Keys