http://slow.writerscafe.org/Beyourself The original writings of author Tania en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058273 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 bitter is the thought of loving yourself again when the world that hosts you is so broken apart when safe spaces become crowded by disdained thoughts and relived trauma I envy those who choose to not carethose who have escaped undesired political trauma I envy those who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beyourself/2786679/ Sea Eyes bickering noises sweating bodies my hand swaying its way towards your electrifying touch resorting to ecstasy in a time of loss resorting to intimacy in a time of hopelessness feeling challenged by our most intrinsic emotions by the smoothness of our being.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beyourself/2783547/ I imagine the drowning sensation traveling from your warm flesh to mine I imaginemy body like star constellations felt and discoveredI imagine loving you what a strange reality to ease into your embrace...I imagine lifeas it lays naked in my bare handasking to be known, love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beyourself/2771785/ I feel a deep sensation of sorrow one that visits once in a  full moonasserts the colors of my thoughts and leaves me dry and out of tearsI can't help but think of love of those whomark usimpact us of my jido, tio lindo, mother of my soulsister the genuine kindness and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beyourself/2770627/ I am on the brink of losing all my wordsa silent thinker with loud thoughts drifting amidst fast-paced days with restricted timegrowing and racing into a crowd of fragmented perplexitiespondering about when it will all stop.Heavy emotions of confusion and overwhelmedness tend to accompany me.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beyourself/2769651/  silent room heavy breaths it feels a little unsteady turbulent as if I am driving on the roads of Beirut,but unlike the crispy air that swirls the tips of my hairand the sense of freshness that awakens my skinthis unsteadiness is rather unwelcomed.my 28m2 apartment stands s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beyourself/2765775/ It is four o clock on a winter day,Beirut stands stillflirting with the Mountains as the cotton-candy sunset sets on its roughened seawe drove for hoursfar away into the hidden gems of Earth's crustwhere fall composes musical beats amidst the trees and pumpkins fields. the crispy wind danc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beyourself/2763083/ some realities are hard to unfoldacceptabsorb.without notice reality becomes a dark room drunk in thoughts and silent in breaths.without notice reality becomes a process of discoverya slow disclosure of the past.times of uncertainty make me anxiousimpatient yet som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beyourself/2562055/ Long pausesSilent nights I tell myself soon you will hear the  music  feel  the crowds of rhythms somersault through your fleshSoon.Just be patient.Yet, the sudden rush of silence breathes through sits with me crowds the room with obscure thoughtswhitens the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beyourself/2487553/ My mama always had a troubling relationship with bees, but more specifically with what they execute: honey. 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