http://slow.writerscafe.org/shalva The original writings of author Shalva Kikalishvili en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054627 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Something eats me up every night before sleep. It feeds on my loneliness, on my tiredness. Lack of everything that I need. There is a physical evidence of it - if I use the words of investigators. So many feelings - but so little chances. The soul becomes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shalva/2780813/ Apparently in life you meetsome people too early or too late!And usually they are very special people!but the timing is very wrong.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shalva/2780811/ Sometimes I want to write all my thoughts on the paper.But separetely. I want to make paper airplane.Reach the highest building in townand let my thoughts fly. Imagine only - thousands of paperplanescrossing sky. Some go up, some straightand some go down - crushed like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shalva/2780810/ There is only one moonand one staron this god-forgotten sky. What a waste of space.Shame. 2017 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shalva/2780807/ I am not smoking -officially. Only casually. But today I smoked all I had. My favourite is a sweet cherry cigar from King Edward. But today I choose vanilla with a wooden tip - Did not like it. It is not about smoking - mostly, All that is - is the proces.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shalva/2780804/ It is peculiarHow everything starts with a simple desire. The Desire of seeing again, saying hallo warmly,holding hands justfor a few seconds more. Desire of touching you, accidentally. Warm feeling of your skin. Desire of hawing you at night in the weird drea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shalva/2780797/ I look at the busy people,curious people.All of them are occupiedby things that matter now. I look at their chaosand do not want to ubplug my headphones. They play good music.Tunes that I loveand that makes me happyor sometimes sad. Depends.But it's fscinating howpeople can get o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shalva/2780796/ The Sun is the diskthat burn away the night.But I like the night,it opens up so many doorsof so many desires. Night is the shield for the inner battles.It is a coat during the rain which never comes.What an impressive fight of The Sun and The Night.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shalva/2780795/ I have a Pen -Ordinary For others,But for me it is special. Mostly I use black inkBut that pen has red, bloody liquid. When I turn it upside down It looks like some kind of Blood vesselor syringe.It is a fine pen.My favourite.Greate war of escape. I can give you lifewit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shalva/2779919/ Kawabata said: “Time flows in the same way for all of human beings. Every human being flows though time in a different way.”So true �" agony. If you are stuck �" time also stops. No matter what you do physically.If you narrowed down your mind To one point only &#2.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shalva/2777492/ There is a crack on my windshieldJust above the steering wheel.Every time I look at it. Mostly in the mornings And it divides view into two parts.I wonder �" what the world looks like through that crack.As it is very tight crack my eyes cannot squeeze in. I also wonder what others see fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shalva/2777489/ Morning starts with snooze.Twice ... not more or I’ll be late. It is a forced morning. Though I remember from times before:Open window above my headDazzling light �" broken into thousand pieces Shinny flecks on my walls And birds. Lots of them. Busy with their routine.Singing near .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shalva/2777488/ It is strangehow people acted today,as if they forgot about yesterday. they just left yesterday as it never happened.but yesterday was strange. as was today. and every other day apparently. 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