#howlandburn

Howl, howl, howl at the moon! At that bright marble strung up in the night sky, by the fractured hand of God. Howl like the savage wolves that stalk the dark countryside, with the cover of the blackness of the night. Erasing every step made. Burn, burn, burn like the ever raging explosions of the Sun! The true God the real creator. Without this burning, It burning, life would not exist. No plants, animals, insects, trees No L-I-V-I-N So burn burn burn! Burn the spirit of the wild animal living in the depths of your soul. Longing to howl howl howl at the moon. Longing to burn, burn, burn it all down. Longing to live, to roam, to love, to be loved, by woman, man. Longing to be everything and nothing all at once. Longing, to be, what so many claim they are, but instead share a stage with sheep, longing to be free. Free to live. Free to be mad. Free to howl and burn

-ez