The sudden need, can't escape it,
Energy, inspiration, whatever.
It has started leaving my body,
My thoughts and my deals.
I search for it where
It never was kept.
At least, not for me.
In need of touching my roots.
Connect with my folks,
My air, my water and fire -
It's not the same here.
The energy's dying.
I am heading to land
Where my existence was born.
Where winter is harsh and summer is too...
That's what I was made of and for...
Yours sincerely,
Witchcraft and Literature
