http://slow.writerscafe.org/oceantropic The original writings of author OceanTropic en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004980 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is only a fantasy. I would never sleep with a married man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceantropic/818855/ To whomsoever it may concern,   I have lost myself. I find myself crying for days for unknown reason. It's not that I feel alone or depressed. It's these emotions that I don't quite understand. I am privileged to have the support of such wonderful, kind people with hearts of gold. 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"What a wonderful hat you have!" the cashier asks. "Whats the occasion?" She answers in a quiet voice, "My brother's funeral". Then with her small, shaky hands she picks up her ballots, purses her lips to keep the tears in her throat, and walks slow and weak to an e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceantropic/615160/ These sands have seen wars and peace alike, alongside a carrier of life's beginnings and ends.Rains of demeanour and fog, somber fires of compassion.Melodic sways of life,yet all anyone sees is frivolous marks that notably passable for imaginable,rely on undiluted fervour for due.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceantropic/593659/ My words cannot begin to express,the gratitude to an influence, of such effortless conviction,a presence.An existence of affiliation to my fear of alone, or without understanding.The respect and admiration,to even a flawed soul who pains to acknowledge,and consider thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceantropic/544677/ He is my undivided attention when I capture a memory, and re-capture it when I remember.He is all instances of recovery, and any of what we fail to encapsulate in telling.He is my youth in wrinkles, and my grieving release in loss. 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Strong shoulders exentuate as you lift them to smooth your thick black hair back.Your hand is strong while I pull you away to a dark corner. 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It's tough.We know that love is not enough.Our losing fight ridiculous.It ended before we had the us.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceantropic/319530/ I supress you. The only way to get over you is to forget you.Like you never existed. The moments when my heart mourns for you,the few moments a week,my stomach drops,because I remember that you exist.I remember all my love for you.I remember us, and that we were meant t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceantropic/317202/ I am ready. Before I couldn't imagine,How possibly I could endure this.But I have grown preparedReviewed reasons and logicPulling my emotions from the pedastal;my heart from over my head. I don't know if this is necessary.It is for the better,but no one is to know whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceantropic/310703/ I am breaking.My foundation is crackingI'm starting to slip. I am holding on to the hands of my friends,They won't let me fall into this deep pit.At the bottom impact of such a hit,It could kill. Everytime another crack breaks,My chest aches.I can't breathe,I weeze... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceantropic/300723/ My mind's disturbances seen only through my eyesin shapes of spiders and hidden shadows.Shadows I cannot see but those that turn your head,"Is anyone there?"Insects tiny portions of fear and insanity mixed into your walls,Dark bugs crawling along white paint.Disturbances of pea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oceantropic/300183/ My Love,     Before I confess to you my deepest, darkest secret, know that I have always loved you and tried to be the best I could. 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