"To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows,
the dark ray of life, survival, and instinct.
A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling,
a hunger and thirst.
A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming,
that wouldn't stop until the last breath,
had been wrung from its body.
The will to take one's place in the world.
To say 'I am here'.
To say 'I am'...".
O.R. Melling
No comments:
Post a Comment