Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can hear the padded steps of a predator as it tests boundaries. It’s patient.
But not forever.
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I hate being restless.
And I love it.
It makes me feel uneven. My edges become more ragged. They gain a savage sharpness that threatens to tear through my comfortable life. In this state, my judgment becomes impaired. I make rash decisions. I take chances I normally wouldn’t. It becomes a rising tide of need that is difficult to deny. It’s a feeling I know well. I strive to instill it in others.
It is so simple. Push them off balance and just when they are close to falling, offer a hand to steady them. Let them become accustomed to its weight. Once you remove your hand it will be felt as a loss.
And they will come back to you, seeking to feel its comfortable presence around their throat, a warm collar, a steady reminder of place.
It is from this place, the unceasing hunger, that I write today’s thought.
‘Crawl to me.’ She does, her eyes never leaving mine. Taking her time, back arching, she displays feline form in movement. The lines of her body curve and shift in her approach until her head is at my knee. I touch her cheek, bringing her head up. ‘Good pet.‘
“a steady reminder of place.”
See? Writers inspire others to write. Just like that.
I loved this post. I could see it. I could feel it. As a writer that is the most important thing for me to do. I have to take my readers there. You do it wonderfully.
Love,
The Butterfly Temptress