http://slow.writerscafe.org/Hanyan The original writings of author Xx en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004909 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter 1"I've given up on writing long ago" I said. Reine asked me why I stopped writing, I didn't know what to answer. I was afraid of that question, afraid that it may unravel something I'm escaping from. It was a beautiful morning back then, when it all happened. The sky was as be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1534004/ Frustrated writer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1534001/ When the sun fell inlove with the world.Because brown eyes were a thing before, And maybe love was a thing too, But then I saw you.Your eyes were one of the brown,The ocean, the sea, the sunlight.The sunset.It’s like how the sunset kissed the window beside you. It’s lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533999/ Sometimes, there are nights when I can’t sleep,Because reminiscing how your lower lips tastes,Always gives me statics.Friction like how the tv feels like,Like how we always argue about nonsense things,And how the moon goes up whenever I’m with you. I don’t know.Maybe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533996/ Like how everything stops whenever you’re talking to him.How I don’t care about anything elseHow beautiful light was whenever it shines upon your face.Like when you told me you loved me,And I thought about all the other people that told me they loved me before but saying it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533994/ ?Leave me now. I did love you.And I thought I didn’t deserve to be left alone.But you just did.And then I see this.And realized no matter the hate,the tears,the broken promises,I have loved you anyways. And still would love you again.If you could onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533992/ Everyday’s a bad hair day without you. Missing you was a mistake. Loving you is like stepping on a grave, Yet, here I am.Longing for your kisses.Your warm embrace.Your sweet smile. And your thoughtful eyes. I wish we could turn back time. Never to move on. As long as I am i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533988/ I am the coffinAnd it is the coffin where you abandon all the memories.And it is the coffin where you bury underneath the ground everyone’s been stepping on. And it is the coffin where you leave then live your life.And it is the coffin where you have forsaken of your love that has .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533986/ Do I need to turn the page now? Because I badly want to stay on this page. Where life meets the cold ocean and sleepless nights.Do I need to turn the page now?Because this page is important.Like how you made me feel in our first kiss.Do I need to turn the page now?But I l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533979/ And you’re gone.I don’t know how to sing anymore, because every song I sing is about you.I don’t know how to write a poem anymore, because all I write always includes a part of you. I don’t know how to draw anymore, because every time I draw, it always has our dreams .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533965/ Those were the eyes that I saw.That I last saw.It was full of love back then.But now, disgust and hate.I was in love, or I think I was.Maybe it was the way he moved his head just so he could look at me.Or the way his eyes widened when he looked at my bestfriend’s cleava.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533961/ x.Living under the clouds, Hoping. Waiting for you to be found. Have you ever thought of leaving this world?If so, would you have made any difference at all?Death is a hideous thing.But it’s always an escape if you can’t hear your heart sing.Living a life wort.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533944/ ix.Taking a piece out of Love, Would it be much better if it costs nothing?Life shouldn't end with a single word of off.I wish I was behind my bathroom door, hearing the faucets sing.Maybe if loving shouldn't hurt this much, my wrists wouldn't swell too much. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533942/ viii.It's so sad.To know that the person, Who cared for you your whole life,Would be indulged by a flying, gas consuming aircraft. Knowing that you'd never see them again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533940/ vii.It's beautiful, you see; How airports are. Both at the same time, It's the happiest yet the loneliness place on Earth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533936/ vi.I don't know why but I honestly feel that you just don't love me anymore.It felt like you love grew and it grew out of me.You were in front of me but you're not who I think you are. You're a different person now.All I felt was your meaningless "I love you's" and how fake you say t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533934/ v.The day that you look at your future waving at your side.Indulging the faint color of sunset and dusty wind. The future wasn't supposed to be like this, but it happened.And you hear your angels singing, raging at every sweet words,Looking at each other's eyes, you scream love. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533931/ iv.As your lips parted with mine, I could taste the universe.Finding my way through the dark shadows,Your eyes were the brightest of all stars.Love is a hideous thing,Perhaps, being in love was. And I lost track of what the day was,Never intending to run away, I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533930/ iii.What's that feeling? The time when you see that wheelchair walking away from you. The thing between your lungs. The crippled voices. The sound of broken glasses. The breath of water flowing. Is this the heartbreak they talked about? They talked about it being pass.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533928/ i.The sky is dark, The clouds are thick. And this hole, buried inside my chest,Craves for that, Dark sky of yours. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533923/ ii.The feels. It's what drives me to do. To do the things I never wanted to.Because I want to just feel. I need to feel. I won't be numb. I won't be numb.That's what I tell myself everyday. And yet, I cannot know. It felt like knowing is not good for me. Knowi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hanyan/1533921/ It was a monday morning. She stood up, going to the bathroom. 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