http://slow.writerscafe.org/funnygirl The original writings of author backspace en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776073820 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My physical body is sitting here, glad my mind decided to join too. Sometimes I disassociate and it SUCKS!!!!!But then I look at my hands, my limbs, and digest that they are attached to me and I move on.For now I feel okay and I wanted to highlight that.Relish in this moment because the good feeling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/funnygirl/1582624/   During those special nights, when my landscape escapesme, I write and write and write.  All thewhile, I hear the startling sounds; sounds of nature, sounds of a posttraumatic trouble, singing like an owl, using her high tower text to screech atthe moon river sky above. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/funnygirl/1562529/ the guy next to me keeps coughing and coughing. Andall i can think about is how effortlessly you slipped inside of me. the ways in which we position ourselvesonly to be ready, in case there was some sort of fire.you held my legs and the side entrance you took ledyou to a place that started with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/funnygirl/1559785/ "I can't wait to go to the races tonight", said Jennie, then looked up towards the sky. "Friday night's ceiling resembles a major highway!" Jennie exclaimed. He didn't acknowledged her thought, and she was happy she looked up at the night sky when she spoke. "At least the sky cares about me, and the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/funnygirl/1556071/ The World surrounds me, yet no one is here.silver appliances, noise and stale air fill me.trying to think further than this momentwon't get you far, if you think time is ssssllllloooooowwwwweeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrtttttttthhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaannnnyyyyyyyyyyyooooooooooooooouuuuuuuu.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/funnygirl/1555331/ I step into my bathroom to turn on the water in my shower. The floor is cold and the lavender colored bath mats look vibrant in comparison to the withered violets I saw at the cemetery just the night before. That's good, I tell myself. The water comes out of the spout erect. As if this water knows h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/funnygirl/1554827/