http://slow.writerscafe.org/Abyssmouse The original writings of author Abyssmouse en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041468 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I no more know as much I should.Save for each mute gaze mistake, all depths eye pairs gleam, reflect,yet I cheer for each such fall,and as tongues are let loose, held,it’s not always so that truth is felt.So my faith in orders fade.I strongly doubt a wish would finda way across this current, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abyssmouse/1786005/ Another post from my group that I wish to save here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abyssmouse/1638341/ ...but Nothing is Lost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abyssmouse/1637256/ Oh, how I've missed you dear!To breed your annoyance by ruffling your hair.Hold you in my arms, close to my heart,as if I lacked all of our moments there.It is so in each second, after we part.To smile in my bed from watching you roll.wait for it patiently, fixed upon eyes,for the weight of laziness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abyssmouse/1629768/ Mirror, mirror of shared spaceWhat purpose do impressions take?What is time here, what is change?Why do contrasts seem the same?What end sense does it make?Or finding same within such stakes?What secrets lie in changing late?What's the purpose of doubt or fate?Mirror, mirror here in betweenCouldn't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abyssmouse/1616934/ http://sarahreesbrennan.tumblr.com/post/37555864305/oh-this-is-so-pretty-and-so-sad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abyssmouse/1610881/ From a particular chat in the "We are all mad here" group that I liked far too much. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abyssmouse/1609490/ Weaver!I plead to piercethis plot unknown.why our steps fellthrough this web of old.It still gradually swells,constant and fierce,by the edge of our shell.Does this tentative worldshare our truths at all?I must know!Did those inmost dreamsshed knowledge extinct?Maybe this quiet presence forms r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abyssmouse/1592523/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_of_Elisa_Lam http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abyssmouse/1592521/ There is a sense of wrongto be a place you call your home,in which space is a part of you,and something so much more.A small transparent framerests on experimental thought, like pushing a wish out the door,watching it bend and form.It usually takes just a knockfor the turmoil to merge you with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abyssmouse/1592515/