http://slow.writerscafe.org/katfortune The original writings of author Kara Knutson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775436161 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She waits in the maroon polyester seat.Cluttered voices swarm her peaceful conscience. Observing voices she finds herselfwondering, 'What is their drive?"Where are they going?Down the row of seats, her hands rest on her knees.Feeling she's not ready to engulf happiness.Fearing happiness will de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katfortune/1359423/ The afternoon's in which I feel most love,bring my nightnothing.A null conscience, overcastwith Their self-destroying thoughts,they try to cloudmy forgetful mind.Midnight, slideshow pictures display on mywall of imagination.Voices chant a broken record, flowing the most-taken path in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katfortune/1359416/ Break myspinei shallsleepserotonin .  .  .  .   depleates http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katfortune/1359397/ I am the fragrant dried flower in Autumn.I am the tree bark cracking with growth.I am the cave, eroding in distance.I am water ways flowing jagged in rock.Finding individuality in clots.Mutations are reality of development. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katfortune/1359386/