http://slow.writerscafe.org/kakashisGF The original writings of author SophietheSloth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776255326 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Thoughts of suicide are crossing my head right now. I’m not confused on how to do it.Neither am I hesitant or frightened.I don’t feel shivers when I’m thinking about it. It is the only thing that I’ve been sure of my entire life.I used to wonder why would a person like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kakashisGF/1790105/ Your face: paper planes in the skyYour smile: a stroll that holds the secrets of tornadoesYour voice: silky sheets wrapping imperfect diamonds Your name popping on my phone: the view of sunrise and scents of monsoonYour hands.. Oh your hands: curves of misfortune and magicYour eyes: I don't kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kakashisGF/1697733/ She was dumped. She is my best friend.My best friend dumped me because she was dumped by him.She left, started her car. I didn't dare to ask where.I dumped my boyfriend. He asked why? I said: I won't tellI'm now walking in her sad, sad shoes.She came back.Caught me in her black shoes.Grabbed my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kakashisGF/1684925/ A: Your head is inflated. B: Don't be fooled. It's nothing more than thick skin. The inside has been hollowed.A: Very well then. Could you, might be, one of a kind?B: There is no such thing as "One of a Kind".A: Oh.. In what fashion shall you name yourself then?B: In what universe am I supposed to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kakashisGF/1682300/ Hi moonmy stick-like fingers are getting softerhaven't touched the violin in a whiledo u miss my tunesor the way i humthe shadows of your curves remind me of an ugly butterflythe kind o butterfly you want to prison in your sweaty handsplay with a little bit till you break one of its wingsonce that h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kakashisGF/1637480/ Hey, sleepy eyeDon't notice meone dimpled being Some nerve you've gotinspecting the scenery of other beingsluring your ivory teeth to stumbleBut wait! you're gazing at the sun againJust look at meI'll give you a case of a crooked soulYour reluctant postureNot so angelic, are you?A jazz melody o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kakashisGF/1581412/