http://slow.writerscafe.org/kimyelreb The original writings of author kim_elisabet en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776208722 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sun, please dry my eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kimyelreb/2881281/ Going through the motions, I guess what you would call ‘healing’, I still wear his t-shirt to bed, I don’t know how many tears my pillow has absorbed this past year, I still haven’t washed it from the last time he broke my heart. But this time it’s real. I guess this me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kimyelreb/2881126/ I wish I wasn’t so sensitive and raw with my emotions and that they didn’t run so deeply. I guess it’s a testament to show how much I value you. I know it must be a turn off but here’s to being ugly and open. The feeling of being unwanted hurts. I felt worthless like you&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kimyelreb/2881125/ Archaic should describe the space held between us now. Touch, acquainted, familiar but unknown. Moments decorated by the false pretence of happiness and stark illusion. Disarmed heart scheming over mind. Memories endow us with beauty and terror, which will you sojourn, if given the chance? Indulge i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kimyelreb/2879503/ Window of semblance into the tenacious tenant’s hollowing mind, spaces occupied preserves her art, a lovers heart song, and a shielded guise. Her ego wanes in incognisant contentment, denying the unknown, beyond prospects of happiness, a mirage of veracity and fallacy. Lost in performance, she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kimyelreb/2864606/ phantom visions, turbulent incision, are we not cut from the same cloth?golden dreamers, kinda like a moth to the flame, alike in some, many ways shrouded in shame, blanketing reverie. morsel of a home; elusive, dissipating further, further.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kimyelreb/2863347/ I was hesitant to write to you as I already told you I wasn't going to however I didn't want to just leave unsettled. I had been trying to be delicate with our situation and held hope close to my heart because I didn't want to lose you again. I wanted to every day, try and continue to feed our love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kimyelreb/1994211/ You were my homeostatic imbalance.You were the distortion of my reality.You were the reason for my every relapse.You were my selective perceptivity.You were the explanation of why I romanticised.You were the allure my biology would pull closer to.You were in every small fraction, what I felt I neede.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kimyelreb/1421953/ I still ponder on about rainy days, the day we met.We were drenched in this mid-summer rain, butmy throat remained dry, the rain did not reachthat part of my body, I was habouring it, waitingfor your salvia to moisten it. Your rose-tinted lipswere cracked dry, but your childlike eyes werewet. All of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kimyelreb/1065305/ Often I'd reminisce the colour of the forest's bath dimmed beneath the old oaks that hid from the warm sun that softly dazzled through the ancient trees, caressing your cold, milk skin as your eyes reflected from the midwinters aqua. Our bare feet had been dampened by the moist of the shaded surroun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kimyelreb/1063632/