http://slow.writerscafe.org/LovexMonet The original writings of author LovexMonet en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004785 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The warm breath passed over her lips as she watched the small white forms of fluffy seeds float off into the cool summer air, a wish carried upon the strands of each individual entity that flew higher and higher into the space between her and the clouds above.  The sun beat down on her tanned s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LovexMonet/488965/ I saw a pictureof you today.You looked happierthen.I wondered to myselfif I could make you look like that...A certain sparkleand a certain smile.I wonder if I'mgood enough.The thing I fear mostis not being enoughfor you...Is a failand a loss.I don't know what I'd doif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LovexMonet/488932/ Her hands had not stopped fiddling with one another all through the past ten hours that she had been suspended in the air in the large, metal 747 that had brought her to her destination.  Her playlist had played over twenty times, maybe... The same songs over and over again that made her think .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LovexMonet/487489/ From where she was seated on the hill, she could feel the breeze that flew through her hair and moved all around her. The lovely scent of the tall, building-like pine trees created cool shadows, one in which she had made her little observation area. She breathed in slowly, the chilled air filling he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LovexMonet/487435/ You dangle your feelings ona very thin string before me,allowing me to come close,but to never grasp it.And you laugh a handsome laughwhen I jump to reach for it...And I imagine the starsare what I am trying so hard for. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LovexMonet/453502/  I'm still wondering now… As I look here at you, if the things you say to me are really all that true. Are all the kisses you give me real? Is every single "I love you" the truth... is every smile I see just a figment of my imagination? I'm still wondering as I lay beside you n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LovexMonet/453202/ Is this really me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LovexMonet/453200/ I awoke one day and found myself a flower stretching up to the heavens, yellow petals glistening with early morning dew.  The breeze felt different, and it moved my being to a new sense of time and space, flowing with the current of nothingness and everything at the same time.  The ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LovexMonet/453199/ ... Then take this as my chance to speak my heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LovexMonet/452784/  Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock.The incessant repetition is enoughto make her go crazy,a reminder of sand slipping throughopen fingers, caressing fingertips,and falling into endless space.Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock.The hands upon such a blank facenever think to stop it's movement,a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LovexMonet/452767/  The circus was in town that week.  Her father had promised to take her months ago, and already, it was the last night, and all she had gotten out of him was “We’ll go tomorrow.”  She couldn’t find it in her to have even had a spark of hope when he had promised.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LovexMonet/452511/ What am I to you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LovexMonet/451814/ "Love is watching someone die..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LovexMonet/451793/