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He makes me fly. I'm above my life and all is electric sensation.
From the burn to the exquisite flush all is encompassed in his eyes- the windows of all that is and is not. The wolf owns all in his path and will triumph again until submission is as common as breath.
Even the pain of slight feels as the brier, thorns and beauty, for it is only in pain that one can realize the truth. You want to get caught by the teeth of the beast and ripped apart by the forest.
In the depths of the brush you hide, but he sees. He sees, and you fear. Embrace your fear. Fear is the truth of you, of life and death. Release and let your mind unwind in seeing the truth - you and I are the same. Fear is the real master and we both are too scared to let go and live as we could.
Free as wolves.
2014-02-06 17:04:15
All they see is scars.
They don't see the angel,
Living in your heart.
Let them find the real you,
Buried deep within.
Let them know with all you've got,
That you are not your skin.