http://slow.writerscafe.org/itsdryasiulia The original writings of author Julia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776055847 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's November and my bones are already brittle. I feel them snap and splinter underneath my skin every time I pull myself out of bed.I remember last November when my bones felt like thick branches that bloomed flowers in paths that led me to you. I don't feel that kind of warmth and depth anymore. M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsdryasiulia/1292185/ I would never tellHow much I've written about youSince it would not matterBut tonight is a particularly bad nightBecause everytime the roomGets really quietI swearI can hear the sound of your laughThat giddy outburstThe sound of happinessAnd everytime I close my eyesEven for a secondI see the way yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsdryasiulia/1292179/ Oh, hello. Would you look at that? Autumn is already tapping on my window and whispering if it can come inside.I've wasted already another year.I open my door and let the crisp air burn my throat and my nose. It smells a little like that coffee shop we used to go to every Wednesday morning, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsdryasiulia/1291942/ Everyone's been trying to tell me,“Be glad you have those memories at all”But when I drive by the coffee shop we used to go toLast winterI think about your eyes tracing my silhouette as youOpened the door for me.And I remember the nightWhen you promised you would be my first dance,And th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/itsdryasiulia/1291939/