http://slow.writerscafe.org/Zaharah The original writings of author Sapphire Bloom en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776067525 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I woke up this morning with my phone beeping under my pillow... When I saw your name I asked myself, "Why is it always so early?"... I read your message and smiled, realising you werent sending one of those nagging messages again. I got up had a shower, brushed my teeth, had some breakfast.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zaharah/470066/ We’re talking again, but in the back of my mind, I think to myself, “How long is this really going to last?”You say I’m only nice to you when I want something from you…Yet you’re the very same!You shout at me when I don’t answer my phone….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zaharah/470065/ Because of youI rolled it up and smoked it.My mind elevating into different altitudesShifting every electron in my body to a higher energy level.Excited stateUnstabilityWith a natural tendency to reach the norm. I soon start stepping on clouds.Cirrus, cumulonimbus to cirrus st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zaharah/467317/ "You gave me peace, in a lifetime of war" ~ Achilles, TroyAt first you were my enemy. Each of us awaiting on either side of a solid wall, awaiting attack or defence.Our battle not going anywhere, yet us keeping at it for so long...Until I was captured by you.Under you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zaharah/454774/ I've jumped in so deepEach time I look above me, I tell myself "This is it!"Everyone knows what happens from here...Even I do.Yet I jumped into this knowing, quite alert... Aware.My braveness in such abundance,I jump into this, baby steps not even considered. Something.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zaharah/454767/ Every year when this "Mother's Day" comes I do things differently. Some buy flowers, chocolates, perfumes, gift vouchers, treatments, the works. Not that there is anything wrong with that, it’s just that I believe there is no greater token of appreciation, than that of your own words.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zaharah/446742/