English flow

I miss my cats, what can i say, it’s just a shadow of darkness roaming through my heart and soul, just a gothic melody soaring between thoughts, just a fountain of hidden tears drowning my nights. Nothing to see here, just a little darkness flickering away in the light of my days.

Still got Hyperion on my lap, heating my flesh again, healing my brain and telling me that life will always go on. He’s youthful, playful and affectionate, he’s so much like his mother, it’s uncanny, makes my heart race a bit faster. I can feel the genes of all my lost cats surviving through him. He’s quite precious to my equilibrium. May the feline angels protect him in this time of cat trouble…