http://slow.writerscafe.org/wisteriawind The original writings of author Pomegranate en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997037 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This will not suddenlyget better.I think we are okay,but then I realize we are not. We are drifting further and further apart [or soit seems to me]. I told him, I warnedhim of my destructive behaviour [towards myself and others]. 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The sun was shining bright with the promise of summer and all seemed to want nothing more than to melt into the ground to escape the humidity. It was May in Montreal, and there was a heat wave. Not much caring for this warm weather, an eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/553988/ Smile. Wave. Smile. Not really caring, but custom be observed.Classic communication; face to face, her preference. Onlyone she spoke to online with regularity. She had an e-mail tosend, months overdue. Just never wanted to bring it up;soil that which was going so well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/553976/ Sleep overtakes: 6 hours, 6 days. Sluggish reactions no doubt. The risk taken once mouth opened, come back to haunt for sure. Terror born from waking world,translating into dreams.When sun set,not laying down to rest.Another night filled by glowing screens... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/553963/ she likes the conversation they had last night.It had been nice, the simple words, honesty and inhibitions aside. The mood, light, punctuated by moonlight.(sunlight, daylight? it was all too bright.) she’d been on edge since setting down thereceiver.Her m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/553952/ those moments when you aren't awake, but aren't asleep either. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/549845/ It's a controversial topic, hence the Mature audience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/545739/ "People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/545733/ The first piece of that which I don't want to say. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/545728/ Rant 1.0 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/544490/ I need to start writing again. Bear with me, most of what's in here is going to be crap that I feel the need to share... but probably shouldn't for it may very well burn your eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/544487/ one of those things that i really am conflicted about -and even more conflicted when it comes tme for me to figure out whether to write about it or not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/544472/ or not. maybe i'm just finally fed up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/540612/ They never fail to make me smile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/536582/ killing time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/536577/ Screaming     Help me     Silently           Just wrap your arms around me and tell me I’m still sane.Just look me in the eye and say &ldqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/536164/ I blame the personal project.      I needed to read her work again           to familiarize myself with her style.                (It was a writing exer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/536162/ to you. to her. i'm sorry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/536140/ Don’t worry.I’m not gone[yet]Too much at stake.Too much to lose.And I don’t want to say“I’ve done it again.”But.I want to do it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/536139/   Just yesterdayI told ShaunTwo habits I’dHadWere broken.I was proud. I’m relapsing.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/536138/ I want[to draw blood][to see stars][to smile at metal][to watch a waterfall][to pass out] I want this itch gone, but it is beneath my skin. 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But… I feel it only fair to tell you that every so often, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/536135/ Started before I saw what you wrote, seeing it gave me the strength I needed to finish it... even then, it wasn't easy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/535444/ unlike my other untitled works, this one isn't old. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/532770/ a confidant, a lover, a friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/525530/ I write this with tears dripping down my face. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wisteriawind/520070/ A short [very short] snapshot of the relationship between two teens. 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