Tag: moamiswriting

It’s true that one day, you will be fine. It’s true that you will have somewhere warm to call home and something within reach to call goal. You’ll be searching instead of losing, and you’ll even be found instead of lost.

But life’s like a wild cat, darling. You can’t ask her to hunt for you and let her in. She needs food, that strong hunter of yours. Feed her words and art and science, let her drink up people and a bit of night before dawn rises. Your wild cat needs rest and motion, not one or the other – both. She needs ferocity on the hunt and softness when brushing dirt off her fur.

Your cat will never stop hunting for you. Not even if you can’t feed her because you are too empty yourself, not even if you’re too cold to warm her in your arms. Your cat holds no grudges. Your cat loves, and loves, and loves you until the last day. And she knows that you will make a home for her again. She is waiting to come back, eyes dark and path cleared for you.

“something wicked this way comes” is a complete magic spell by itself that can evoke any power on this earth and it’s coincidentally also what people say when I enter a room.

In the Encyclopedia of Living Organisms to Be Found within the Milky Way, humans only lead the ranking of all species in a very few traits. These, however, are most curious and still considered to be insufficiently explored and mysterious in their nature.

For how can a species be simultaenously leading in curiosity as well as the ability to establish emotional bonding with any known complex-brained organism turn into a force that unites or destroys entire planets when faced with the simple expression of you can’t do that?

If you offer me bread and I excitedly say yes, and you subsequently present me with a soft white abomination that is nothing but untoasted toast, then I swear on the gods of yeast that you will have made an enemy for this life and all your reincarnations. How dare you, how dare you.

books you drank up with your soul and animals you gave a home to and the plants you raised with your own fingers and rain tapping softly against your window at night will never break your heart.