http://slow.writerscafe.org/EAlley The original writings of author Elle Alley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017890 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As a woman,I’m a taboo. I’m made of stuff that shouldn’t be named. Always controlled forthe opinions of a sick society. Living with limits that old statements settlefor my own safety, because they think I can’t handle all, that I’m weak, thatI’m not go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1732367/ I havechoose to stay, to love you, to care about you. I choose to stay even when youpush me away. I choose to love you even when you think that you don’t deserveit. I will always care about you. Even when you scream that you hate me, I’llanswer “I love you more”... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1717084/ In life allstarts with connection. It’s a weird form of not verbal communication. You canfeel it in the surface of your skin, like electricity running free over yourbody. It makes you shine on a high sensorial level. And it makes sense, becausesome people believe that we are made o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1716390/ There issomething special in the eyes of a stranger. That stare is new, full ofcuriosity. We all know that don’t matter how much we tried to pretend that weare looking at the emptiness, because our stare always betray us.There is somethingexciting in the eyes of a stranger. Tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1716273/ We werethere, same place, same hour. And we were tired. Tired of being the lostgeneration. Tired of lies. Tired of injustices. Tired of feel afraid of thefuture.And wastime for fight. We are the rebellion. Rebellion against the oppression of oldmanners. We are craving for rights, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1715444/ Even in thedarkest places you can find light. A place where the pain is less. Hold on intothat spark, keep breathing, keep fighting.Everybodyfeels lost sometimes, in the middle of a cold room, nowhere to go, nowhere toescape. Caught in this dark room, empty, but fill with doubt.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1715437/ There’salways beauty on get lost. I think is because not knowing the destination,gives some kind of freedom to choose. But is always hard to decide what to dowith that freedom.I’m scaredof that freedom like I’m afraid of making decisions. I can saythat I&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1714745/ Sometimesthe room gets so small and tight, breathing becomes a heavy task. Right inside,in middle of your consciousness, you feel it, you are starting to give up. Youhave had so many battles and lost so many fights.But here weare, we keep resisting, we keep fighting for breathing, we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1714680/ Sometimes Ifeel that in life, I’m running in circles. I feel lost, because I don'tunderstand what is around me. I don’t understand why they are judging me. Idon’t understand what they are expecting or what I’m supposed to be.But theystare at me, they feel conf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1714545/ The bedroomwas in silence, but for our breathings.An openwindow erase the essence of yesterday with fresh air, while warm light of suninfiltrates on the room , creating shadows in the walls, memories of lastnight.The bodynext to me rest ignorant of a new day. In calm, not knowi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1714102/ Sometimes Ifind myself wondering about loneliness. That was the thing that scared me themost. The dark feeling, conquering every inch of my body and soul, fearing theemptiness, the physical pain of a broken soul which has to live alone.But I’m notalone, I’m surrounding by l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1714027/ I kind ofhate the way love has been corrupted. I miss the deep love, and I’m not talkingabout the “princess in danger who needs a brave prince to survive” bullshit.No. I’m talkingabout the love which born of deep conversations. The one which born of a stupid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1713531/ The nightalways comes slow but unstoppable. With her its darkness and fears. Surroundingme. Be strong. Be brave. Sounds easy, but how to be strong if all that scaresme lives inside me, inside my head and my heart.I can crymyself to sleep or stay awake facing my demons. Sometimes I fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1713528/ Your bodywants you to survive. Even when you contain your breath, your body keepsfighting to keep you alive.Maybe, atfirst you decide to give up, but in the last second, everything changes, has anew light, a new perspective. You see with clarity, that what feels like aneternity was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1712785/ I loved thatpiece of s**t him, and sometimes in weak moments I am still. I’ve neverregret the love, he cheated and he lied, but when we were good, it totally feltlike he was the one.I hatedhim. A LOT. I insulted him. I did question his measure system with my friends,because o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1712019/ Is curioushow happiness works. It warms our hearts, makes us feel full, infinite andlight up with joy.Ohhappiness, everybody knows you, in the eyes of a special one, on the rhythm ofa song, in the smell of a secret paradise, in the colors of the sky.Ohhappiness, you drive men c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1711012/ I know agirl who has light in her eyes, light that illuminates her darkest times andmakes the sun feel small.I know thatgirl, I see her sometimes, walking the streets like she knows every secret ofthe universe. She always smiles to herself, probably lost in her thoughts.I know he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1710168/ The orangelight filling the room. The green leather sofa looks old and tired, for all thesad stories which has heard. The old man was tired too, always being part of aworld who has never noticed him. Loneliness haunt him since the last week, shewas gone, and he was empty.He is thes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EAlley/1710099/