I'm running with the wolves
falling into the wilderness
in every step I take.
I am running with the wolves,
neither a part of them,
nor alone.
We are rushing through the woods
like shadows.
We live in the darkness
observing the world
in a moment
of timeless silence.
When our eyes reflect the light
of the moon reflecting the sun
and the only sound you hear
are
the paws of the pack,
the howling of the lonely ones
and
the tearing breath of spirit.
So I'm running with the wolves.
Neither a part of them,
nor alone.
And I just became who I really are,
belonging to the souls
being left behind
-supposed to be free.
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