http://slow.writerscafe.org/kendralokai The original writings of author Kendralokai en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013066 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The end of humans are coming in a way no one has expected. Not in fire, not in ice, but in the very land we destroyed. Nature is reconquering earth, and is taking down anything that gets in it's way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kendralokai/1477337/ Everyday this summer I have to re-wrap my wounded knuckles. The gauze grips my skin, hanging on for dear life, in a way you never will. Those hot blistered nights I would think; Who am I? What do I have? Why doesn't life amaze me? I tasted pure utter bliss eight years ago on Thanksgiving night, but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kendralokai/1477332/ A short poem, up for interpretation, but mostly falling in the category of depression and fighting one's demons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kendralokai/1477314/ Do you ever wish that pain wasn't apparent to you? Do you ever wish you could ignore it as easily as buying an ice cream cone? Harden Rose Vardell is a girl who has never looked pain in the face. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kendralokai/1477306/