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.
1 year ago. August 31, 2022 at 4:21 AM