http://slow.writerscafe.org/faultification The original writings of author Sheen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776231644 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My clock was stolen.I can’t understand this passing.Its moving too fast.Too fast for me to keep up.Running more or less.To age to birth to death.An endless cycle I can’t balance.Of mechanisms I can’t fathom.Its twelve o clock in my body.Its tomorrow already. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/faultification/1167606/ Hello my old friend.I know these days are tough.Like stone playing wax.I'm just a traveler on a lonely night.A silence inside a lonely heart.Wish I was just a little sober when I was drunk.But alas its morning and I'm still staring in the dark.Could I be of any help.Call me anytime a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/faultification/1167604/