bohemain beauty

when I die, I hope I arrive to my death
late, drunk, and a little in love
- Atticus  

An Interlude with Artemis 
 The night sky is a wolf's mouth today, and Artemis, bathed in solitude, is on her wild hunt. I meet her by the silver lake and ask her 
about her 
alone and would she ever give it up for love.  She chuckles as she gestures to the exquisite forest " What about love? I have enough. 
How can anyone person compare to such splendor? I traded my duties for belonging to myself, for this wolf wild heart was not made to surrender."
~Nikita Gill