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The smooth dark silk splits,
Highlighted by stars on silver straws,
Casting a haunting glow down upon the worn gravel,
As insatiable shadows grovel past.
The sky above is painted with ornamented denim,
The moon, an ivory button,
Polished but forgotten on its dusty shelf.
The music of ages passes through the muggy air,
The muffled thrum of cycling onyx rings,
And the feeling of emptiness,
Gliding like a nocturnal demoness,
My eyes, cold and translucent, stare ahead and watch the world blur.
I could spend an eternity in this softened throne,
Enjoying the simplicity of the sweet darkness,
Of a long drive at night.
Highlighted by stars on silver straws,
Casting a haunting glow down upon the worn gravel,
As insatiable shadows grovel past.
The sky above is painted with ornamented denim,
The moon, an ivory button,
Polished but forgotten on its dusty shelf.
The music of ages passes through the muggy air,
The muffled thrum of cycling onyx rings,
And the feeling of emptiness,
Gliding like a nocturnal demoness,
My eyes, cold and translucent, stare ahead and watch the world blur.
I could spend an eternity in this softened throne,
Enjoying the simplicity of the sweet darkness,
Of a long drive at night.
Literature
Therian
How long has it been since I was alive?
Gliding here in the skies, watching the sun and moon rise and set hourly, the winds shifting through my once physical form, the seasons no longer discriminate with the quick passing of time. When I first found myself here I felt I had to run to keep up with the changing, but I quickly realized the futility of the effort, since then resorting to floating on here effortlessly.
I no longer knew the feeling of sleep. I would close my eyes and open them to a whole new world, signifying that time had passed, but just how much? Now that I had no physical form to feel rest, to feel anxiety, how did I know whe
Literature
Therian
Therian
Therian is something you can not see
It's something we need to believe.
It's the soul of a wolf within thee
In believing this we wait for the moons eve.
If you are blessed with a wolves spirit,
Then nature and time seem to be equal.
It's the idea that we were once wolves,
But reincarnated into humans.
The feeling of warmth lingering on the moon beams.
The feeling that your unique.
Therian is not just a thought it
is who i am
Literature
My therian awaking
The path of the wolf:
It all started six years ago, looking back I´ve always been a little different than others in my age. Just six years ago, when I was 13, it was the second week of august, the night of Friday, I had a significant dream. It was about dolphins and how I've always liked them, something within me stirred, but until this summer I couldn´t comprehend it´s meaning. Before that night I never felt a special connection to any animal, but ever since this certain thing kept growing and slowly developed shape.
2005: (still far from understanding anything) I started developing a deep connection and longing towards dolp
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I frigging love you choice of words here.
But wait, you weren't writing and driving, were you? d:
But wait, you weren't writing and driving, were you? d: