http://slow.writerscafe.org/Orangecat The original writings of author Sophia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115414 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's in the early hours.When you can't sleep.And you feel numb.There's shadows everywhere.There's something in the corner.You refuse to look at it incase it's real.You're afraid.You feel something touch you're back.Small light feather touches.Is it a pillow?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Orangecat/1565244/ I'm in the dark.I'm in a box.I've got scars on my arms and my legs.I wanna know what alive means.I want a light.I wanna fly.I wanna know Alive.But it's getting darker.Cause wishes.Never come true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Orangecat/1560756/ There are so many words, so many reasons. People judge me. People criticize me to the point where I give up. People misjudge me. To the point where silence becomes not only a punishment, not only a reminder, but a friend. A preference.My lesson in life, from every person I know, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Orangecat/1538787/ Talk.We don't have to fight.We don't have to yell.We don't need to part so terribly.You say I'm cold.You yelled.Cheated.If you'd told me.I would have changed.Why?Because I loved you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Orangecat/1538782/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Orangecat/1527369/ Well it was quite.The winds blew.The curtians fluttered.It made it all seem dramatic.I could look around.I would feel empty.But I'm not there.And neither are you.I could look around.And wonder how it all came to be.How it all went wrong.And we lost what we lost.But I'm not he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Orangecat/1523838/ :/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Orangecat/1517609/ Just a small thing that explains my passion for stories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Orangecat/1517608/