http://slow.writerscafe.org/shygirl1996 The original writings of author Marina en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013775 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 That love will show itself to me and an ash world wouldsuddenly become roseThat here, in this reality, someone would love me withoutthe consequence of betrayal, or my parents’disapproval, or death, suffocating itThat my hand would reach out to touch you, and love, and therose wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shygirl1996/1986991/ a confession http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shygirl1996/1947027/ a confession http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shygirl1996/1946224/ on learning tolerance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shygirl1996/1942460/ Everybody has their own version of the truth. In reading philosopher Hanson's essay on observation I recall many non-scientific ways how this might be right. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shygirl1996/1924156/ Time is a sickness, time is a thief. Time is a transcendent presence beyond our definition of it. So don’t try to define it, because in defining it, we mutate its meaning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shygirl1996/1909351/ in the healing morning,the aura of the universe is still darkyour eyes still long to look down at your feetbut the rising sun boldly illuminates the buildings and the trees vividlyas if she wants to show you the reality of the planet you wished to escape the sharp, unfiltered radiance of the beings .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shygirl1996/1720768/ creating faces in the snow while driving through the mountains.. i became attached to her as if she were real - as if i had her friendship to lose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shygirl1996/1553453/ a modern poem to the performer, and to the audience; both equally stunned by the magic of theatre http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shygirl1996/1401941/ memories of a belly dancer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shygirl1996/1368791/ a flash fiction about a misguided love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shygirl1996/1245491/ once again, a small but honest testimony of one-sided love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shygirl1996/1243938/ all the world's a stage, the show must go on, and all that. but when it comes to a bad audition, i forget why i ever began in the first place anyway http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shygirl1996/1243846/ I am drowning in a nighttime that belongs to youit is a nighttime with no moon, and no stars, and no sleep.I am growing weak and woebegoneloving you crushes the breath from my chest and leaves me without the strength to bear myself.I am suspended in the memory of your soulit is a soul which doesn't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shygirl1996/1243286/