I am of the wild

I am thunder, and rain, and absolute chaos

I was raised to run with wolves

And I will not be rearranged by the hands of man

I am a butterfly flitting across your nose

Hair of vine, of wind, of water

Unbound by gravity, melting into the golds and greens of the forest

I tear down homes with my hurricane

I rage like wildfire

Bathing and dancing in the moonlight

I lift up my chin, calling out to the nature around me

I protect the things the rest of the world forgot

Snails and slugs and broken flowers

My eyes hold the moon and stars

They twinkle with madness

I am an oak tree

Branches and roots tangle between the feet of men

I am the wind slipping through the world

Undetected leaving my mark if you know where to look

I knew what I was doing when

I invited the wild in

How would you know?
If it doesn’t drive you mad,
If it doesn’t question your sanity,
How would you know?
If it doesn’t make you hate yourself & the whole world,
How would you know?
If it doesn’t ruin you,
How would you know?
If it doesn’t make you talk to yourself or the moon,
How would you know?
If it doesn’t make you do stupid things,
If it doesn’t make you a king/queen of bad decisions,
How would you know that it’s nothing but,
Insane, idiotic, and immeasurable love.

Call it
love,
Madness,
Or just my heartbeat,
It's all the same to me.