http://slow.writerscafe.org/vikon The original writings of author Lost Pen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040037 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Mankind is like a child who is trying to outrun his shadow...but is doomed to fail, because loneliness is man's most ancient companion...The shadow of loneliness began to stalk me. It was there through my teenageyears like a constant melody humming in the background when i pined for my ladylove. It .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vikon/1129473/ Introduce a little anarchy..upset the established order andeverything becomes chaos chaos is inevitable, unstoppable thogh immovablechaos is real, true and fairwhen it fades awaypeace takes control from the rearEveryone cares for others and hatred disappearsthey work together to bring back the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vikon/1045065/ Individuality is the reflection of your personality it manifests within you like a virus... Some kill it in the name of morality others; to hide from their reality But i choose to be an individual who is different in his mentality I want to be a part of that community which doesn't have any cast.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vikon/998660/ Things those bound you, are not made for you the society which bends you, is not meant for you the religion which preaches you , shouldn't be followed by you the politics which suppresses you, should be revoked by you the life which loves you, need some love, back from you so do what your destiny.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vikon/997121/ Individuality is the reflection of your personality it manifests within you like a virus... Some kill it in the name of morality others; to hide from their reality But i choose to be an individual who is different in his mentality I want to be a part of that community which doesn't have any cast.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vikon/997120/ When I sit all alone , between the four wallsI can feel the blood , rushing through my valves.I smoked my first joint , in the hope of  peaceBut then I realised , the whole world is on lease.I need to work, for my skin and for my bread ,To get high and to realise my end... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vikon/997102/ Once upon a time in a place called societythere was a very beautiful and most admirable shop called Peace. Every citizen of The society used to visit that shop to buypeace. One day a guy named Life met with anotherguy named Cigarette Bud at the Peace shop.Life and Cigarett.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vikon/997099/ I am a loner not by chance but by choice to do what i want and to get away from this noise the noise that these relationships make and the promises that they break they lie, they hurt but i hate them the most when they are fake. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vikon/997095/ When i first lost the bell of my bicycle i realized how important is to listen. In school, misplacing my pen taught me the meaning of thoughtlessness. After getting my cell confiscated in college i learned how we have become a slave of technology. On the first day of my office sitting in a cubicl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vikon/997093/