As hallow, and empty.

-I was as hallow and empty as the spaces between the stars.
-Raymond Chandler

I read books that bring folklore to life, I favoured werewolfs for many reasons. They’re destined to someone, they know from birth, someone was made for them. They’re strong, even if mentally they’re weak. They have a wolf to back them, to take control if their human can’t go on. Even if they lost everything, they always have friends in the stars. They know no matter what happens, nightfall will always come, and they’ll always have that comfort. 

I feel connected to them, I did. I always believed there was someone out there for me, it allowed me to become my own wolf. I gave myself the support system I imagined a character from my books to have. One completely self sufficient and symbiotic. 

I always felt connected to the stars too, or rather jealous. They shine in their own space, each different from the next. They live in peace, and freedom, something I knew I’d never have. Although, I thought there’d be more than this. 

If I was a werewolf, I have lost my wolf, that’s honestly what this feels like. A hallow space were my soul used to reside, leaving only bleeding lines where it had been cut out. This is where my jealously of the stars creeps in, I feel as hallow and as empty, as the spaces between the stars. Oh how I wish to be one, shining brightly in peace.

I’m on the outside looking in, and it’s really no fun.

-AuthorAAJ