http://slow.writerscafe.org/Michael331 The original writings of author Michael en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986648 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15     Specifically I meant the weight of our words have caused an avalanche to collapse between the thinnest layer of trust we used to lure such a canvas together. Realistically it seems the purpose of taking gentle steps on the surface of bordered moons, is to remain in contact with th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael331/1425719/      Wide awake, painting the passing layers of hopeful beauty guiding the principles of our love with a splintered brush as we speak out of place, in a tone where we always seek peace within a promise. Particularly I would believe in the dreams drawn upon the ground, forcing the heav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael331/1423414/ A particularly strong sunset just happened to collided with the embrace of such an unapologetic color, considering the textures of unusual swirls evaporating into tiny speck's of dust. Predetermined outcomes of resilience have tipped the scales of what could have been the greatest downfall of us all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael331/1422555/      Embrace the meanings behind the clever memories often referred by love, trusting in the feelings sinking deeper into the city by the sea. Suppressing the understanding of hearts bled dry as a sacrifice towards the night, ignoring the shallow graves of beauty overthrown by the moo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael331/1421474/     Sometimes I think it best to return to a better time, a sentimental yearning evoking memories of former happiness. I don't often believe in angels yet at times I have threaded patterns of faith in fallen drops of tears left unanswered. Eternally I prayed for the failure of a thous.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael331/1417653/     I wrote a story upon the spaces of sand kept still within the small hours of the morning, with full intentions to kindle the enthusiasm of waves crashing over how much time I had left. Populations of pebbles awake eternally grateful for a night as this, naturally composed around t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael331/1415195/     I was once hypnotized by the reflection of rains ascension backwards, it seemed to have overwhelmed these senses of mine for but only a moment. The deeper I stared between visions of black and white the farther I lost myself chasing the rivers of scattered oceans, I was submerged .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael331/1411068/      Someday, when we shy away from the hold of light and begin our ascension into darkness, we can settle for the splintered boxes underneath the earth. For the night has grown restless as well as this urge to break free from the bottom of the solid glass, barely visible behind the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael331/1410790/     Lonely structures of islands isolated by buildings in content, hearts at an incline fallen before the bridges of words never meant. Instructions on how to believe when faith has fled from simple heights, mumble kindness to children who have placed interest in receiving tainted adv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael331/1410324/      Trading smiles between subtle skies arched over the mistaken belief in early afternoons, opportunities of love has struck a familiar darkness in the day I thought I wouldn't see for awhile. The pleasant surprise of beauty has led to the destruction of their imagination, I have be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael331/1409754/      It wasn't the way she danced in the rain, with an elegant sway provided beauty to the lost, seeking refuge within a moment of love. Providing a promise to always discover a way to value the warmth of a smile, ensuring the worsts of the day have come to pass. It was the way she ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael331/1409751/      We were more than interested in the complexities of the morning, rather lost moments stumbling into elevated steps towards the center of our gravity. Sinking deeper into the world of our hearts creation, perhaps this was perfection in the making or yet again maybe we have drifted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael331/1409741/