i howl at the moon. then i howl at the sun. these are mine. life is prey and i am a ferocious predator. in the pathetically minuscule spec of worth i have in this unfathomable existence, it is my world. i am her daughter and she my mother. i breathe her and she breathes me. A perfect symbiosis of love and beauty in their most simplistic form. tuned out from the propaganda and unplugged. free from the chains of an industrialized and social media obsessed society and allowing myself that which belongs to me.