agonistes_vental

As the day comes to a end,as time passes into dear hour,we all flow softly with ease,for us who are on =the east coast the night calls to us.It's warm embrace.I do adore it though I move the osuth,my home,my land,and passion.The hot sticky nights that drift with passion,the wonderous muse of the wild.My home forever,my home eternally,and even as I sit here awaiting that dial,when the sun falls to earth and the darkness arises,I am happy to know it,happy to seek it,to become that of an animal.merge with land and water,crawl,breathe and howl.I love it,the humidity,the warmth,the bugs,and greenery.i love it,taste,it and ache for it.Last of the wilds call my name.I am one with it daily,nightly.It's not a activiity but a way of life.Merge yourself around were you are tastew that fruit on which is given to you.Tell me what stories you hear when you ignore the calls of human interferance.Tell me what passion strikes you