Tag: moamiswriting

moami:

if you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe they’ll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.

if you find bones by the ocean, run. don’t look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.

I accidentally deleted my own post so I hereby reblog it back to my blog. Proceed. Nothing to see here, especially not the bones that appeared in my flat corridor after the deletion and now have begun growing larger.

When they called Latin a dead language, it was possibly the single most influential mistake ever made in the history of translation. Because – dead? Oh no.

Those that speak it, those few in today’s fast and worried times that still listen to the old words, that can decipher sentences and myths, they know. They felt something dark and old seep into their bones.

Not dead. A beginner’s mistake, really. And isn’t undead, as it should have been called if everyone had done their job properly, just another word for immortal – no matter if it refers to paper or flesh?

Effort won’t betray you – and neither will the shapeless beasts hiding in the periphery of your vision that swims in shadows during dusk or dawn, because they’re only here to eat what dares come close enough to harm you.