http://slow.writerscafe.org/Zerey The original writings of author Zerey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033583 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I’m stuck in the woods. The wolves are dead. It smells bad. Humidity pierces my lungs. The smokeburns my nose and eyes. I want to run but I can’t. I feel like struggling to run but I’m only walkingslow. Creeping my feet on cracky leaves.Nausea.The stomach feel like a barrel of snak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/2466200/ Within a couple of hours I am about to go through a rather tough transition, in a very sensitive area of my life. Every now and then, once in a couple of years I see that area crumble and turn to ash right in front of my eyes. Like the most cruelest thing, like there is no God, like the Simulation r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/2178746/ My dearest,It's been a long time. It's been years. My eyes miss meeting your eyes once again. They keep searching for you everywhere I take them to. There is no remedy for your absence.I want to take a moment and talk to you; Talk with you. Do you remember our old conversations? Do you? I remember e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/2177655/ The card is in my hand. I hold it tightly.Incapable of reasoning, I walk fast.I cannot remember the card's meaning.The city is not mine.My card I am holding speaks the truth.I do not believe it.The card is in my hand.The Lovers is written upon it.At the bottom shines The Moon.Holding tightly onto tw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/2167200/ A vampire lurking into the London's darkness.An old creature with a slouched spine and dripping fangs that he shamefully couldn’t hide.Disgusted as he walked , a forced smirk, a half voice cracking then choking.A demon of night with a bone stuck in his throat.The blood of his wound oozing from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/2164098/ Quote http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/2163640/ “You touch your legs alot; You look at them obsessively,Just like an aberration is about to be birthed.”Anticipating the magical liquid;Deep water,Dark liquid,A taste of void.Skin, my skin, my legs again.Up we go, thick white liquid.My skin, a body.Dark liquid, a sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/2157407/ Like a liar at a witch trial,You look miserable for your age. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/2151018/ 5 years later, finally, it's raining again. Rigning.. Rainy days, ashy daysMy favourite days back in the daysRegn.. Condolences, to all of my witnesses of ol' timeI was falling in love Now gone; Bygone to this dayAll goneWe rest lightly on white clean sheetsRegen..Here I am watch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/2149502/ Stories happen everywhere,Anytime,Within the speed of light,There is a story for each event.A story made by movements.On the bus, right now, reading a book;In the book, on this page, I've been told a secret:"Light as noble as it is known, is always misbehaving."A truth-telling with a twist,On this b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/2149493/ There is a God of multitudes.There is the God of the people.There is the one God for the unclouded eyes.There must be a god; hence the pain is too real.There is Nature's God.The God Nature;I get along with Nature;Nature is I;I is II. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/2149317/ Seeking for romance, to provide real love;Like the poor praying on an arid land for a little rye before winter;It is a lost cause.Romance is for the miserable,Who's got nothing but a heart to burn. Heartburnt.Burning brain cells with the opium of the ether.Didin't you know?Ether is a manipulator.The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/2149316/ The visualisation of reality comes in stages. Mostly as  an abrupt internal enlightenment. There’s also a possibility that it comes like a sucker-punch on your goddamn face or evidence of blood stains on cigarettes or broken knuckles. I don't feel the last two fingers on my righ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/2069891/ Mother Language (Albanian) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/1844976/ If only I were able to take the sadness out of you while I was still on time, instead of drowning in mine. It's been a year so far and I'm still struggling to realize what happened the night we saw each other for the last time. Do you remember? We were standing on the side of a crossroad when we hug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/1731367/ When one finds out that he is dying, the focus goes on the cure not the care. It is almost impossible to be sensitized to the emotional needs once you have been informed that you are dying. You lose solace. There is no longer an ability to change the perspective of the permanent decease from your bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/1694150/ The last chapter of the novel " Cinderella In The Black Forest". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/1628003/ Dearest,My favourite stranger, my one of a kind. It's been a while..I'm not surely aware of where to start with, but for the sake of this entire time, I'm revealing.I've been running.. yes love, running.. hollow and humbled, following lights in a line. Tho' escaping from a loss was harder than I'd h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/1627984/ I am looking for mother Marie" - I kept repeating to myself. "I am looking for mother Marie and I'm constantly filling up my mouth with a soft cotton cloth." I think already had three broken teeth pressing them tightly in my hand and against the steering wheel but I don't think I have the patience t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/1627983/ I remember the last time he sat next to me and didn't speak a word. It felt strange. Like a whole new galaxy was approaching to my galaxy and all I wanted was to instinctively shut my eyes tight whenever a sparkling thought crossed my mind. As in any second I would crash into him http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/1627982/ I got unwillingly sucked in a void.Tangled in lucid lights.I'm shaking up and down, back and forth, just like a firefly trapped in a plastic bottle. Maybe that's how you get to erase the core memories. Maybe, if you shake in the frequency you got broken, all the dust and atomic particles might fall .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/1627980/ I believe in bonding bridges between logic and emotions. I enjoy the chaotic intertwinement, coping with the outcome of feeling everything or nothing or all at once in a bliss, as you literally resemble to nothing less than a volcano. Quiet and uncrackable, meanwhile afraid of the inability to stop .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/1627977/ I am currently in aware of messing in a dead end situatinI'm restless and unbearable just like the freezing water on a sea shore.  Come and go, back and forth. Temendous and clueless, as a beat of an unstringed heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/1627971/ Pick a colour and close your eyes. Blue.•Dark Blue: Your personal ruined song.•Midnight Blue: The first beat of it that made your knees go weak.•Ultramarine: The last time you caressed the back of your shoulders on your own.•Cornflower Blue: The chills on the small of your b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/1627968/ There are specific moments when life can't get more beautiful, unless you extinguish it. You know, joy is five times more intense when it rests in silence.I want that silence beyond borders. Ink and burnt coffee would taste different and I could pick my own melanine colour. A soul-white colour, ten .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/1627966/ The visualisation of reality comes in stage Mostly as derivations of an abrupt internal enlightenment. There’s a possibility that it comes like a sucker-punch thrump or blood stains on cigarettes and cracked up knuckles to the point you’ve lost control. Pain won’t go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zerey/1627961/