http://slow.writerscafe.org/andrez567 The original writings of author Andrez Cervantes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775452679 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dear Reader, I've been following The Fool for some time now. Keeping the distance close. Weaving in and out of dark rooms and broken hallways. We walk. These walls feel weak and full of strain. The soaked wood floor speckled with puddles of water. The roof carved out with jagged holes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1470068/ From the Author, To the Author http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1457613/ A Warning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1457611/ Going inside the mind to find out what it means to truly be truth - myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1457600/ So easily malleable, so easy to mend. . .So hot the fires of Hell, so great the bend. . .I could draw my fate, I could live in this picture.I speak truth, walking through a broken structure.How do you feel? Could you watch me burn?Could you hold me close? Could you watch me burn?Crawl back and pull .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1422203/ Dear Reader, I have been reevaluating what has been done and what could be done. What I could do and what I could not do. . . I don't deem this fare. I just want this one person to know and understand how I feel. To look over their shoulder and see my sorrow through watchable eyes, knowing the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1406754/ Staring at me, still, this brisk shine of an emotional masquerade, settles.Still it has been, letting me move freely amongst my masked demons.Days it has been, awaiting chains lusting to be broken.The key in hand, how tightly it is being held. Counting down ticks of a clock, wishing on the acti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1403695/ A thought as sweet as bountiful intent. What comes of the past moon light is to be forgotten.So harshly the ink floats, sailing calmly in torment. Hands spread out, feeling with the shape of her cotton.Tremored when hitting peak, falling back into The Waterhole. Stars sing across the timeless sky, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1403164/ Dear Reader, You're in my stars, You're in my thoughts, You're in my air and It's hard to breath. You're in my bloodYou're in my actions You are my scars and the cut runs deep. Tremor me to exile, to this untamable place.The key in my hand moves with the door at The Waterhole. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1396787/ What was felt. What was seen. What was experienced. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1352840/ It started with one word. Then there were two. Then it ended up being a sentence.  Then it ended up being a Paragraph. Then it was a story. Then it was a book.  Finally it was someones dream, Finally it was someones hope.Hope is all you need to  do,So do,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1343215/ Standing on the edge, The wind in your hair, take a stretch. Your eyes deeply carved of Earth,Glistening in the Sun, calming like a hearth.I couldn't keep my balance; What is this falling of silence?So sophisticated this seems to perceive,A daunting feeling that can't be relieved.Here.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1339975/ The smell of metallic paint hitting the wall Flowing in clouds and bouncing without fallThe Art seeps in To collect your thoughts and judgment withinThe paint can dropped The smile seeps inA good step back To see the art within. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1335780/ Your warmth is never forgotten, but there is still the sun at the start of a new day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1335744/ Is it a journey through an uncharted labyrinth or a description of what its like to work endlessly on projects and then to take a break? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1330133/ Its where the mind can be set to ease. . .Where the body can be untamedAnd where the harm can be walled.But it is also where fear festers.Where love is made.Where spirits sing, dance and fall.Yet. . .Its where the Fools mind can be set to ease. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1330120/ Pt. 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It was very beautiful. On this walk of mine I saw The Fool. It looked to be on the verge of letting go. Its hands ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1323458/ Dear Reader,I met a fool.I came across it while wondering through these endless nights.Its mind was scattered, fast paced and forever in motion.It described its days like weeks. Weeks would turned into months and months turned into years. Years would turn into months. Months would turn into weeks an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1318155/ Dear Reader,I look upon The Curve and feel excitement. I sense its beauty and I witness its morality. I can't help but smile when I am in its presence. I see The Curve...and I see love...This simple gesture of the hand creates a status of equilibrium. 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I am so gratefu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1318118/ Dear Reader,I am sorry it has been awhile since my last post. I must say, this past week has been one of true beauty in nature.I've been introduced to a new thought of living...this single line of words has changed my perception of how I view this world. I truly feel like these words are the words I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1318117/ Dear Reader,I have recently been exposed to a thought. This thought has such a powerful push behind it. It is almost scary to think about. Yet, It is beautiful and true.How one sees beauty, interprets beauty, handles beauty and relinquishes beauty is beautiful in itself. A convoluting beautiful fact.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1317024/ Dear Reader, There is always that thought process that attracts non wishful thinking; That question that you want answered or that action that you want to see made a reality, whether its your actions or the actions of others.You see, when that thought process comes up, it is truly hard to get o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1317023/ Your voice is like a song,  Healing of the heart, Baring the gift to take away all the pain and aches my life has contained for so long... This song could never become monotonous...What must I do to hear you speak once again...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1317022/ Dear Reader,I took a leap of faith this morning. I truly was was a test of my mindset. It became of me because I couldn't handle the person I was portraying.On the outside I may look strong, happy, positive, known and a joke at times. But. I truly don't feel that way when I look on the inside. I don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1317021/ Dear Reader,I'm not entirely sure who you are or what brought you here but I shall refer to you as the Reader. I know...what a cliche and condensing way to idolize you; personify, if you will. Either way that is what you shall be for the duration of these 'blogs.' I have found someone to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/andrez567/1316628/ Have you ever felt like you are missing something? A piece of a dying puzzle?I often think I am the only human being that thinks this way...but that of course is a silly statement. 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