http://slow.writerscafe.org/Athena%20Suleiman The original writings of author Athena Suleiman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078155 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've cried over you countless timesbecause you aren't mine.But who are we if we aren't possessions?Just floating beings looking for...something. Anything.To make us feel whole again.Whatever that feels like, whatever that is, it has escaped me.I hope you're as unsettled as I am.F****r. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Athena-Suleiman/1117130/ A list of what I miss:Sleeping next to someonebeersmoking potkissingsmilingsunshinebath tubsmy loofahmaking lovefuckingsleeping wellfull moonswaterswimmingrecords and record playerssingingtubaFerlinghettimushroomscheep cigaretteswarm socksknittingbrass ensemblesmy n****e piercingsbeing able to affor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Athena-Suleiman/502635/ I’ve crashed into the world.  I say this because there are too many things I’ve hit to be specific.  My mind wanders and then it happens.  Collapse.  A collision between rational and absurdity�"thoughts and processes.  Sitting in a class talking about.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Athena-Suleiman/502634/ To be monochromatic is to be rid of all the glitz and glamor that is life. A muted way of existence that is poetically the correct way to be. It leaves you there, tasteless as you are, bearing you ever enchanting mind for both friend and foe to see. Able to dig deep into the roots of your dendrites .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Athena-Suleiman/502630/ My fish only looks At his reflection And I can't help But wonder Is he narcissistic Like the rest Of us Did the food Sink Because he thinks He's fat Should I get him help Should I get him a lover Should I let him Be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Athena-Suleiman/502629/ Your red wine stains my lips because you thrive on drinking that five-dollar burgundy.  It’s not even red or burgundy that outlines and enhances the cracks of winter ware on these siren-like features.  More of a purple-blue I’d say; similar to a corpse with a heart as cold as y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Athena-Suleiman/502628/ I don't regret leaving. I do, however, regret coming back here. And for such a stupid girl reason. I wanted to be with you. I wanted to make myself accessible to you any time you wanted or needed me. Like a f*****g can of soup. Oh, it's chilly today. I think I could use a nice hot can of you. With a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Athena-Suleiman/502626/ Something I should have done a long time ago. Not sure if I'd like to add more yet, but you get the idea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Athena-Suleiman/502624/