Chaotic and twisted thoughts of my mind

She does not know what she seeks
Nor to understand the desire that is strong with in.
Left with more confusion when asked to explain.
For how does one explain what you cannot yet understand.
The knowing with every part of you where u belong.
It calls for you, it's beckoning you.
It's words hard to hear and understand.
I follow, drawn towards it
I find peace serenity in a world so unknown.
Hungry with desire for its closeness.
To be embraced by what it holds.
To become one.
The joining of two souls.
Searching for that they do not know.
So pure and not forced.
For I know what I seek can not be forced to be understood.

A pull like something I have only found once in my journey
It makes me question
My thoughts run erratically through my mind
Chaotically and loud and never ending
Trying to block them out I'm finding impossible
Why is it that you call to me
Why can I feel your soul yet not listen
I find myself seeking your thoughts that are silent to my ears
Yet I find fear that something so pure yet dark is my longing
A fear I do not understand
A fear that you may not see me
A fear I am not worthy of such a soul
I do not fear the dark but feel you lingering in there
Your presence felt yet not seen
A peaceful silence that I have only felt in the back wolf.

Thoughts and confusion race through my mind. The path never-ending twisting and entangled it tires my soul for what I seek a am unsure explained questions linger in my mind.
I grow tired of hands offered towards the light for my soul does not seek them. Yet is that not what I should seek.
One foot in front of the other the path a head is long yet I don't rush forward.
The black wolf lingers in the dark a constant companion lurking in the darkness. His silence is alluring his presence becoming a craving a pull  towards the darkness.
The darkness holds no fear for me it's lack of light is becoming apart of my soul a constant calling.
Confusion and chaos set in my mind once more I feel my soul drawn towards others who have lost their way, a warm hand offerd for others to gain strength and move forward.
Is this my purpose to be there for others.
How can a soul with so much empathy be drawn to such darkness.
The beckoning wolf with his presence that calls me is quietly yet so clear.
I find myself moving towards the darkness and the wolf that has become my constant companion and protector, my soul my being screaming towards it is something so dark yet so pure.
The longing to feel the touch of his coat in my hand.

I find my soul lost and wondering what it seeks I'm yet to understand, the journey is long and the paths entwined and tangled yet I feel the dirt beneath my feet and it grounds me. The air that I breath refreshing and crisp for with out the air there is no breath.

The sun warms my skin but does not calm my mind or give quietness to the chaos of my thoughts.
I feel a nudge on my palm one that I try and ignore his touch is so familiar to my skin.
Yet he brings a silence with him.
A silence that allows some comfort.
Thoughts that overwhelm me, questions that yield no answers.
I find myself touching his thick black coat finding comfort in his warmth.
Reminding myself where the black wolf will lead me.
I find myself following him to the dark cave that I know so well.
As we walk he stays by myside offering reassurance.
Reassurance that my thoughts will dance with the devils in my mind.
I find myself drawn towards the cave.
The sun no longer offering warmth to my skin.
Only darkness that is ahead.
Solitude and complete silence.
The darkness is overwhelming and brings no peace to my mind.
The black wolf brings no comfort in his silence only a place of darkness to hide.
His touch is cold and distant.
Yet beautiful