in the night.

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.