-Witch Moon-
I feel the sudden urge to go out into the rain. To sit in a shadow under a tree, listening to the Mother's song. Hear Her pounding on our gift of Earth and smile with delight as the water drips off my now-- black hair. I want to feel the water drip down my face with each drop, and ever particle that touches my skin to make me shiver in delight-- for I have fallen in love with the beauty. I want to sit on the ground and have the mud rush around my feet, leaving my imprint on the Motherly Earth. To feel the soft dirt rub against my hands making them silky smooth and leaving a soft shimmer. The tree will sway in the darkness creating a soundless lullaby to calm the children's crys. The branches will shake and shiver creating a veil before me. Hiding me in it's security, protecting me with my own will. Knowing that I am here, and want to stay. The rain drops will leave sheets across the land. Only to evaporate later. The clouds are calling out the need for appeciation in their making of all this enchantment. The magick in the air swirls around my body, leaving me feeling in awe and isolated compared to the real world. The hair that falls into my face, straggly and over my eyes leaves me looking dark, and distant. The make-up I wear washes from my face leaving mascara running down my cheeks. The everyday brusies I have are now black and blue showing ever more present on my skin. My face is drained of color for the cold world has left me no other resort. I look like an unfed vampire, yet my green eyes sparkle in the moon light. The feeling of apathy I felt everyday is now washed away just like the fake me. The fake me that I put on everyday just to please others. Just because I can't be me for fear that I will have to have a "talk" with my teachers because they fear my dejection from life. The depression was always the main concerns for people that knew me, but my concerns, they were of how I was going to hide the next day so people wouldn't ask questions. But now-- the rain takes away all the past pains and buries it deep into the ground. Taking my sorrows with it. I stand up and watch the water drain from my clothes, they cling to me as if their lives could not go anywhere else. My eyes scan the area taking in deep bewitching life that shows around me. My black boots click against the cement ground, covered in mud, now being washed away. The tight black jeans stick to my legs as if they were one and my short, black T-shirt drips small glistering dropletts of water. To match my outfit, I wear a black and silver choker with my pentacle out shining the darkness. My hair shines in the moonlight dangling down past my shoulders as a few pieces dandle in my face. I brush it back with my black painted finger nails slightly catching on my silver rings. I look up at the sky, water brushing my skin, and feel the power of magick.
This will always take you home. (which is here)
