http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheaThea The original writings of author Thea Manayon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776106087 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 my stranger, know this:on this earth and all others,our love is my home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheaThea/1055817/ Under your sure gaze,I've never felt so naked.Your purposeful gaze. Perhaps you're not real...A muse sent by playful gods; An image. A dupe. Do not come near me.I fear losing sanity.Such grace is your touch. If not in my mind,Where do you cause such chaos?If not in my heart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheaThea/1048872/ we did this writing exercise and wrote down anything that came to mind while finishing the phrases "I remember...", "I don't remember...", "I am...", and "I am not..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheaThea/1048871/ I know things you don't.You're not as smart as you think.You smile at the thought. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheaThea/1048870/ I wonder if I could start to build bridges soon with the sand collected from our blanket and from the wind blowing through your hair. You point to the sky,"That one's my favorite." It's kind of funny how you notice things most people don't...How you let me into you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheaThea/1048869/ i want to keep you in my hair.close to my mind,but a little safe from my heart,with me constantly.boundless.continuous.but unlike my hair,we remain the same.we grow, but we do not change.unlike my hair, we do not belong to the world.you are completely mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheaThea/1048866/ Time need not be rushed.There are things that can't be known.We are just people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheaThea/1048865/ You and I are complicated.I like you and I think you're a little interested.But something's in the way.Is it pride? Fear?...of what? Love? --the idea of it?Breaking each other's hearts by rejection?Why are we so afraid?Why am I so afraid? There is potential.Our minds feel like open wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheaThea/1048864/ The only time I ever felt safe with youwas when we'd drive in your car.Riding shotgun beside you made us equal. Right then our lives would seem all the more real,moving in time with us like the stuffed, stringed Chinese puppet I wished your rear-view mirror hadin your otherwise clean,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheaThea/1048858/