Tuesday, December 11, 2012

The Howling

I fell in love with the howls of wolves at the end of the earth, the way their solemn cries echoed over the mountain tops and through the veil of the night. I knew I wanted to run with them, that if ever I were to find my soul in another animal, that it would be a wolf. Because they knew what it was like to feel loneliness while surrounded by a crowd. And they knew the beauty of the wilderness which raced through their veins. And they knew that the only way to assuage the things that kill us, you have to scream into the night.

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