W I L D F L O W E R

“Perhaps some of us find comfort in mayhem, we are at ease with upheaval because it is simply a tangible and visible equivalent of what we feel inside. The messy webs, chaotic feelings and thoughts that have found a home within us. And perhaps that is why we like unmade beds and busy streets- the external chaos, it mutes the mess that is looming inside.”

“Loneliness is a prison compounded within the parameters of your very own mind. You are the shackles holding you hostage and yet you are also the key that holds promise of freedom. How though, can you possibly know for certain whether you are being sanctioned when it is unclear which side of the bars has been deemed freedom? Who dictates whether you are the prisoner or the jailer? How can one be captive if they exist freely within the confines of these walls?”

“Wild Woman: And the world will teach you that to be a woman; it is a dirty thing. It is laced with innuendos and replete with provocative undertones. The ever so heavy nuance of weakness and sexuality. “Be confident but not too confident” they whisper to us. “Use your voice but never to speak over us” they breathe down our neck. They forget that we are the carriers and the givers of all life. Their flesh was created within the walls of a woman. Every remarkable human throughout history was arduously birthed between the strong thighs of a powerful woman. Your narrative began inside of a momentous woman who fed and nourished you from her divine bosom. You are because she was.”

“We as humans, we are primal. Do not succumb to domestic life. Be wild, lust deeply, howl at the moon, let your hair loose, break the rules. Be utterly carnal- it is your birth right.”

“In this story I am no princess. I am no damsel in distress. I do not need to be saved. You see, I am the wolf. It is I who wears the shining armour and wields the powerful sword. And believe me when I say you mustn’t tell me when the war has begun for I am already on the front lines.”