http://slow.writerscafe.org/Chassediable The original writings of author Chassediable en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205549 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Past.A road once followed, but led nowhere. Nowhere but here.Fading memories of lost ambition. The road led but does not lead. Present.A fork in the road. A midpoint between two eras. Go left or right - both directions symmetrical. Empty. Future.The road not yet found. An unethical promise.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chassediable/1031786/ Another night spent gazing at the sky,wondering if you are doing the same.For now this sky is all we share,all I have to hold you in my heart.It was this time of year we met,When you showed me I was not alone.Now I look back on our time togetherand realize how little I knew.I let out one l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chassediable/1031747/ A man who refuses to see uses metaphor for eyes, yet eachray of light invented can only be seen by him. He controls thefading fictions of his existence, isolated from the world of menresorting to life in the world of a man - a world of his own creation. A hubris of the soul, expecting to escape.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chassediable/1031307/ Time presses down more harshly than any weight.It's that which we can't predict which hurts us most,creates the fear we can't control and offers not a warning. They said to me, "You're smart, you'll do great things",but no one ever told me about the weight.The Weight of Time, forever a reminder.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chassediable/1031003/ "Cherish this sight while you can, my Brother" But what does it mean, to cherish?To appreciate something for what it's worth?To remember that which is meaningful?Or those who are meaningful. I yearn for what I had, and forsake what I have.Is that not the fateful flaw of mankind?To cherish .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chassediable/1030668/ "Look at the light of the sky at sunset" He said to me "There is no greater sight to be seen in the world"That evening the sky was alight Like a bleeding rose, majesticPassionate, like the one I remember. But I could not admire it as I had in the pastFor the colors of the sky, however magn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chassediable/1030614/