http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nickfawritings The original writings of author Nicholas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109987 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15             Theblacktop was cracked and showed time. I sat in my pea coat, silent and still,smoking a cigarette, watching as the white paper turn black and flake away inthe wind. Snow began to fall as I breathed in the smoke and breathed outwatching a mixtu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nickfawritings/1116528/ To Whomever,            I always find myself in low spots around the New Year.Maybe the eighteen years of plans falling through, things I want to happen nothappening, or if they did they quickly faded so that they seem like they didn&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nickfawritings/1106128/ To Whomever,          Mybody has had some adaptations that I’ve acquired overtime. My ears have learnedto love the soothing sounds of Sinatra and Astaire. But the most peculiar ofthem that I find to be both a virtue and a vice, is the abil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nickfawritings/1099157/ Art history class. Alecture on the emotional intent of impressionist artists, and it becomes achore to keep my eyes as my teacher continues to ramble about Debussy’s ‘theafternoon of a fawn’. Her voice is slowly drowned out by the sound of waves inthe sudden distance, and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nickfawritings/1095719/ To Whom may finish my letters,            Ilike to think that what I write is in some realm of relevance. That my wordswill land in such a way that they don’t sound like an endless rant of firstworld bitching. Though I reveal the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nickfawritings/1095692/ To who will read my ramblings,            Thefirst girl I kissed was not of good reputation. I worked with her, and what Iseemed to tell her worked. We played back and forth, and I wanted for the daysthat our schedules crossed. Her eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nickfawritings/1095691/ To whom may findmy letters,            Ina country claiming to be free, and everyone has a say on what happens in thecountry, I couldn’t feel more helpless. For most of my life I’ve been undertyranny of parents and school.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nickfawritings/1095688/ To whoever continues to read my letters,            Ifind more and more that drugs surround me in daily life. I work alongfunctional potheads, and one who subscribes to cocaine. Against the temptationI don’t partake in those drug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nickfawritings/1095687/             Tothe people who find my letters,            Iwouldn’t be truthful in saying that the possibility of parenthood is terrifyingto me. I have a nightmare that a smaller me is talking to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nickfawritings/1095685/ Whoever finds my letters,            Family.The most basic form of relationships we learn about as kids. They can be bothgood and bad depending on families; though I feel that my personality isn’t thesame as mine. I show these le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nickfawritings/1095683/ To Whomever will read my letters,            Manythings leave stains. Cigarettes and coffee satin my teeth, mud stains my pants,and amazing dreams leave stains that are embarrassing to be discovered at thedry cleaners with. &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nickfawritings/1095682/  To Whomever Discovers These Letters,            I’venever been good at putting thoughts into words that are audible. It seemsbearing my feelings in graphite and paper is easier than with flesh and tongue.Whenever I star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nickfawritings/1095681/