http://slow.writerscafe.org/Eventhestars52 The original writings of author Faith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031713 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 3 years. 23 days. 52 minutes.And it still hurts.Like love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eventhestars52/1930574/ Go now and lay down your troubles and your woesSilently go to where the cotton trees grow.Know when you're here, there's nothing to fear,Just whispers of laughter and memories held dear.Place a smile on your face and feel the wind hold you close,With ease you'll gain peace or fondness and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eventhestars52/1808610/ That love thing...always pulling those strings and dancing away before you even know it is there.Those shards of glass keep cutting away at the pieces you thought were long from feeling.Isn't it amazing, that we once thought we could love no deeper than the time before we loved again.It just k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eventhestars52/1806705/ I am somewhere lost tonight. My mind is spending quality time hidden in what used to be. It's different now though, my soul can breath you in and let you out. And that ache that used to take me to the depths has yet cooled as the clock ticks for the hours. Lost in a love that was never mine ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eventhestars52/1748720/ It has been said that there are two kinds of love;One is full of butterflies in the pit of your core, and fireflies dancing in your eyes.It's stolen glances and dreams of sweet nothings and all of the goodness of heaven.The other is passion in your bones. It's tears and aching, up all night ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eventhestars52/1734136/ She sat patiently, waiting as usual for him to reach for the woman's hand. The agony of it all was painstaking and utterly slow.Inch by inch and word by mesmerizing word he made his way into her mind and toward her precious space.She has watched this so many times there seems to be no end to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eventhestars52/1729948/ Beauty arose in her silence. The way she openly guarded herself with others was tantalizing in every way. Such a watcher was she, spying into every soul she encountered. Simply absorbing a piece of each one and memorizing their value. Alone in the flesh, yet every inch of her skin covered with the f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eventhestars52/1729083/ Tethered. Bound. Fibers twisted and molded to depths we couldn't have known were possible.Safe. Sound. A peace, a level of comfort we only knew to exist within our own bosom.Yearning. Clenching. A driving force at a cellular level, the heavens we reached unparalleled to flesh meeting flesh... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eventhestars52/1708245/ Staring at the scattered pieces I've gotten used to.The weariness of my heart, blindly bleeding at this point.Caught between broken and healing, and still the breathing can be hard.Moving on...The realization, the shift in understanding and it becomes so clear.It has never truly been about f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eventhestars52/1706594/ I cannot say what you felt, being a part of Him and part of us.I cannot fathom your knowledge, your understanding and our lack there of.It must have been beautiful to see us through His eyes.It must have been wondrous to touch your children yet again.To teach the son of man to become the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eventhestars52/1700734/ I still hear the whispers from that old creek bed, not all is lost, not all is dead.Although the leaves fall and the water stands still, the growth to come remains at will.No broken sticks or rocks laid barren, can end the truth that lies there in.That cold, hard ground will surely give way, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eventhestars52/1699038/ That rain, falling with the silence of snow on my doorstep.Each piece of me dances outside of my head so that only my eyes may see.Visions and sensations wisp around, so tangible in their remarkable descend from my mind.Scattered pieces of heaven falling to the floor like that rain at my door... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Eventhestars52/1696809/ It's quiet tonight. 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