http://slow.writerscafe.org/saradischino The original writings of author sara en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123325 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 SometimesI think that it’s not even that I enjoy writing. It’s as if I’m compelled to doit, just like a painter paints simply because they can’t resist not to. Iwanted to get it all down on paper. Everything. I wanted to know every thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saradischino/1588236/ Chapter 2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saradischino/1561758/ Thoughts race and tired eyes stare blankly. Knowing, but not feeling. Consumed by a plague of emptiness, falling backwards into the abyss. I see gloomy afternoons, vacated streets, children crying. Time ceaselessly moves forward, but I stay still.  I'm always hiding from something. Some person,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saradischino/1560776/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saradischino/1560767/ Childhood,  a promise. Innocence is lovely, but exploration forms identity.  I could lay here forever. Maybe for a little while, just a little while, I don’t have to exist. The world can go on without me. I often imagine others lives with my absence and I always come to the same conc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saradischino/1534266/