http://slow.writerscafe.org/themoonmuse The original writings of author ink.haze en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775943986 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 the moon had always known my namebefore you ever spoke it aloudit waited for me over my balconywhile I was learning the shape of loving youMaybe the moon, is made up of unsent messagesThe ones I typed beneath that moonlightand erased when your replies came lateor softer than my longing deserved!tell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themoonmuse/3129633/ I want to hate you, mom.I really do,Because every breathe I takefeels like another mistake to you.If I spill a drop,speak a word, orexist too loud..I am named as the fault, that never should have been allowed.No mistake was allowed to stay small,each one grew heavy and towered tall..It concluded, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themoonmuse/3124585/ SHE" ✄�"��"��"��"��"��"��"��"��"��"��.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themoonmuse/2963645/ a love letter to the hours when the world finally whispers back.It used to happen after 1 a.m., sometimes closer to 2.The streets outside were empty, the world finally quiet. I’d sit by the window with a notebook and a cup of half-cold tea, waiting for words that never came during the day.Back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themoonmuse/2961708/