running with the wolves

listen

have you ever felt like there was a beast inside of you? not a harmful one. but wild. untamed. it is powerful but gentle. 

I can feel that beast, rising in me. in times of sorrow, or deep nights when all I can hear is the whisper of my own hidden thoughts. 

what is it made of?

mine is made up of forgotten dreams, and hushed pains. secret feelings I have balled up and tossed into the abyss of my soul. 

I'm scared of the beast inside of me. I trust it less than I trust the face in the mirror. I'm scared of the beast, not because she will hurt me. not because she will change me. I am scared of the beast because 

she is me. 

she is raw me. and she could set me free. if I let her.

the face in the mirror does not like her. she does not like anything she cannot control. she only lets the beast out on a tight leash. when she needs its power. 

what makes a beast? is it pain or pleasure. isolation or society. concealment or exposure. 

a beast consumes and gives nothing. a beast hunts the weak and broken. a beast lies. cheats. steals. bargains. and a beast never dreams. 

so

the beast is not the wild things inside of me. the passion, the unruly hope, the vivid dreams. 

the beast is the face in the mirror. and if one day, the leash snaps, she will finally meet 

herself

-from Nie

impressions: a dream that very few dream

the melody

“I wish I were a girl again, half-savage, and hardy, and free. Why am I so changed?” - Wuthering Heights

“Till this moment I never knew myself.” - Pride and Prejudice

“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.” - C.S. Lewis

 

impressions: sadly, free.

listen

  

  

 



“And thus ever by day and night, under the sun and under the stars, climbing the dusty hills and toiling along the weary plains, journeying by land and journeying by sea, coming and going so strangely, to meet and to act and react on one another, move all we restless travellers through the pilgrimage of life.” ― Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit

M.

impressions: life or death?

the melody



 "I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart." - Robert Frost









"It's necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live." - Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo



M.

impressions: tragic in love

the melody



"While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal sea.” -   Charles Dickens



Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love. - Shakespeare



"Yes, Death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of Death's house, for Love is always with you, and Love is stronger than Death." - Sir Simon de Canterville



"It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not." - Andre Gide, Autumn Leaves