http://slow.writerscafe.org/speakingcolors The original writings of author speakingcolors en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011770 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i think it oddthat we can recognize certain feelingsbut never recognize what they mean,to rememberand know why they are there,but not understand why they feel.i wonder why that is?be it hurt or happinessthat lays within,perhaps we will never know,for these feelingscannot be pla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/speakingcolors/822527/ a closing statement for everyone here. for the moment, though, i'm chosing not to close my account in hopes that some of my words may continue to inspire someone out there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/speakingcolors/499604/ i think it oddthat our own words tempt us.they call to our heart,pulling at its strings,hoping that the knot will undoand all of our thoughtswill spatter out down onto to floor.we want those words,the very words that threatento destroy us.it's because we 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