http://slow.writerscafe.org/Canvas The original writings of author Canvas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775432116 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 With so much time to prepare...And with so little time to progress...We have been created.A nothing.Now a something.All the while fluctuating in, Our reasons for being...Our predictions for extinction...I'm failing to capture the art of life.Even when it's in the right eye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Canvas/333724/  I want to sleep.I want to sleep without a dream.I want to close my eyes andI want to open my eyes and it be tomorrow. While dreaming of reality that’s crushing meWhile dreaming of fantasy that’s mocking meFor weeks I’ve been cheated. I want to stay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Canvas/328066/  Anyone can slap some words on a page and call it a work of art.Anyone can say they feel EXACTLY what they write.Anyone can write a story and be free of instigation into their own life.Everyone loves it.Everyone hates it.Everyone wishes the best out loud.Everyone wishes the worst,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Canvas/322664/  The moon reached the other side of the horizon.Retraced its steps, and started over again,Only to follow the exact path previously passed. Today the moon stayed still.Didn’t move at all.And I watched it float above a car. Technically, I’m lying,Scientifi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Canvas/322655/   The city eats its way into morning.Bugs crawling in the shadows.Waiting for that sun to reach that horizon.I have to sit watching each one,Stagger off to the place they call home,Of lies and deception and masks.And masks.If I lived my life any different,The only effect .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Canvas/320027/  It doesn’t make any sense really,The wires keep coming and,Eventually all tangle in a corner.Growing... slightly, every second.Twisty Ties and Glue onlyReorganize the already lost project.Duct Tape won’t fix this problem.Not a heart writhing in pain.Slopped on the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Canvas/319879/  She wakes.She eats.She drinks.She pukes.She claws.She waits.She sleeps.She wakes again for another, yet another, day of loneliness.She eats from the same bowl full of the same dry s**t as yesterday.She drinks the water collecting bacteria, full of hair and dead skin.She puk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Canvas/318768/  I'm coming to the surface, but it doesn't feel like breaking. There's light thatreaches me, but, in the center of the ocean, with the deep end calling, and shallowalways pushing...Eager to see the face of fear, plummeting up from below I don't see the missile.Spirals up to the point .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Canvas/318767/