"The wildish one wants to fight for you. She wants to spill her medicine into you. She wants to sing over your bones. The wild women will conjure great storms for you, she will churn the earth beneath your feet and reveal treasures you have walked over, unnoticed, again and again"
It doesn't matter if you message me or not. If we were meant to meet, you will find me. The stars know the future, but it remains ours to discover. Whether tomorrow holds forever, or barely a second glance, that which is experienced is valuable. Like a needle in a haystack, I'll be waiting. Come find me.