http://slow.writerscafe.org/briannachristine The original writings of author briannachristine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775982337 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Being in love with a too-much person is not something to take lightly. We are big. We are loud. We are bold. The rough exterior sounds exciting. The roar we carry moves mountains.The movements we make feels adventurous. But too-much people are too much for most others.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/briannachristine/2921132/ Some days I dry cry. My arms ache to be hugged and my head throbs like it has it’s own heartbeat. But there are no tears that come to my eyes; The corners of my mouth do not rest. See I was taught to hold it in. All of it. The loudness I’ve learned was a careful .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/briannachristine/2921131/ Tears just sometimes fall out of my eyes They roll down my cheeksTheir momentum carrying a lifetime of griefBuilding the courage for other tears to jumpCascading into the truth my mind is not prepared forAnd my heart can’t bear Worked so hard to build a home of memoriesThey now haunt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/briannachristine/2921130/ Written the day after Trump won the electoral college http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/briannachristine/1855609/ Loving me means every time you get in the car with me you're prepared for an adventureIt means Knowing we will be lateAppreciating the skilled car dancing anywayNavigating for the both of usIt means acknowledging the stress of directionsNoticing the panic in my left eye when the minutes change on th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/briannachristine/1855185/ In light of the recent election results, this flowed out my mouth and onto paper. 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