Mama, there’s wolves in the house.
Mama, they won’t let me out.
(Source: wolvesfoxes)
If you call one wolf, you invite the whole pack.
I want to get lost.
I miss Alaska. I miss being alone in the way that I would walk into the woods and see a mama moose and her babies. I miss being completely frightened by that mama moose and her babies and running away. She was just protecting her babes, so I understand.
I do not have friends near me who would go on outdoor adventures with me. I do not have a car to get into and go on a road trip. There are no mountains in Florida. I have no bearded mountain guide. There is no pack of wolves near by to join and howl with.
I feel stiff and still.
If I have two sons named Wolfgang and Wulfric and I call them my pack of wild beasts does that make me a wild woman?
They’re tearing up holes in the house.
They’re tearing their claws in the ground.
They’re staring with blood in their mouths.
Mama, they won’t let me out.
I miss you so so so so much.
(Source: travelingnymph)
