http://slow.writerscafe.org/mattbandstra The original writings of author mattbandstra en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000869 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Rest has eluded me once again. I can't tell if Your arms are still around me. I can't hear that my voice is still making any sound. This sleep is stagnant and my dreams are transient. Nothing is nothing. I don't know where You are. I look up to the sky. And there are stars up there, staring back dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattbandstra/534504/ breath:open eyes.stagnant motion,speaking in circles;the noise has stoppedbut my ears are still ringing.when raining becomes pouring,when a thought becomes an ideatransition: where you end and i begin.when a day becomes a memory,when sounds become music.look outside the lines andthe beauty of symmet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattbandstra/534502/ Her eyes fluttered open. If he had ever seen an ocean before, that’swhat he would have thought of each time he saw her eyes. Light, blue,endless. Deep and full of movement. A perfect, natural beauty. Theycould be calm, they could be tumultuous. Rising and falling. Enticing.Lost. But he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattbandstra/514452/ “You were the best thing that never happened to me.” I was talking to ashadow, and the wind carried my voice in the opposite direction. Thewater looks oh, so beautiful now. Waves, wrap around me, carry me away.I’ll find another shadow to talk to and watch it walk away. One da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattbandstra/514450/ PERSON #1: I DON’T BELONG HEREFour letters are written with oneshaking finger. “HELP”, written in the fog created by his stalebreaths. His nose is pressed against the glass to the right of theword. (His right, the left to the rest of the world). He is watchingthe world from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattbandstra/510028/ the atmosphere is our fenceand these fields go on foreverburning bright ready to explodeyour heart is like fireworksconfetti rainfalland sugar snowflakessomebody stole my shadowmaybe we can sharethis world is oursput fingerprints on the lensjump over the fencejust us and our shadowshearts like firew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattbandstra/510027/ The lines wrap around our silhouettesReaching out and trying to escapeThe world’s a prison and skin is a cageI’m only visiting, I’ll be on my way soonWe’re running in circles, I’ve been here beforeWe were meant for so much moreI’d like to dedicate this to airAs it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattbandstra/510023/ An endless ocean of language is floating above me I need only to reach out and grab some words And place them on this paper In hopes that it all makes sense Everything has already been written It only needs to be discovered I reach for these words to try to explain That there should be an easier way.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattbandstra/510022/