whyWrud?- wishing people knew what they meant to othershowru?- im fine, just hoping for tomorowbrb- okay (yea, i see your lies, i know you are just brushing me off)lol- haha, yea ( i get it, it wasnt funny, stop lying)yawn- want me to go so you can sleep? ( oh, i guess im boring you)kk- mhm( there goes the conversation, theres nothing else to say)why dont people see what other see? is it really all this way? it always seems like no one really wants to know me. noone really cares, but it feels good superficialy to just ignore the underlying messages and pretend i dont know how boring i am. maybe technology has made life easier, but its made it shorter too. i wish i could just listen sometimes, to his voice, i wish i couldjust know if he really cares or not. if i am annoying him, if he is sincere. texting makes life easier, but it makes it shorter too. i just want to hear you voice. do you want to hear mine?
Howling at the moon is something every one doesWarm paws trample a sea of white, dripping moon beams.A softened glow begins with the moon and seeps into the hearts of the hills.A cold chill, starts in the toes, and climbs its way up the spine of the wolf.A bright orb, glows in the sky itching to fall to the earth,to splash in the snow like an ocean,and be tasted by the tongue of the wolf, salty and cold:An ice sickle from the clouds.A raging and passionate howl tries to tear the moon from the sky, one wolf to another, the gift of lovers.This is perfection, watching the wolves dance in the snow, and cry begging the moon to fall, so their mate will be satisfied.The wolves revere the moon, it dwells within them.They wrestle in the snow and cry to the moon. She is their all; she is that which they embody:Freedom;Passion;Cool, clear survival.If to give themselves to the one they love, they should give their true selves. So they howl to the moon. And in harmony they beckon to it for a piece just a sliver to give to their lov