http://slow.writerscafe.org/akleja The original writings of author Akleja en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011641 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When did it become important in my life to count all the white lines on the road,wash my hands thirty-seven timesor to do other silly thingsto keep the anxiety away?Why is it easier for meto watch my friends distance themselvesthan to watch the uneven spacingbetween the cups on the tableor the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akleja/1251482/ not finished... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akleja/1194344/ A piece of me died that night.You asked me so many questions,you asked me if I was alright.You wondered if I could be in your possession,if I always could remain in your sight.I couldn't reply to your request,all I could think of was him.I honestly thought it would be for your best.But I was the one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akleja/1162737/ Twisted words.Thoughts in a slur. You said no but I think you really meant yes. You left me nonetheless.Your eyes were filled with affection,your blue eyes were glimmering with perfection,while your words made me feel rejected.You left me all alone, unprotected. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akleja/1141660/ I see pictures from a time that never escaped.Pictures of a town that never lived, never was shaped.Pictures of the sun setting behind the clock tower.Pictures of a girl holding a dead flower.A thousand lives have lived inside that town.They have laughed and cried and even frowned.A thousand faces t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akleja/1141611/ Not done yet... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akleja/1059982/ It's the boy with the smile.A smile different from anything you've seen.A smile shown off with grace and style,but still it's bittersweet like a tangerine.If you in his voice have heard,the echoes of your own,even when the words have been slurred,they will be the greatest you've ever known.He has a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akleja/1049159/