http://slow.writerscafe.org/midnight00 The original writings of author midnight soul searcher en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002426 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The flower that cut itself off from the morning sun , Begs for the rain that doesn't comeand falls into an endless sleep. is this dark paradise a lie or a dream.life is so fragile and fleeting that we bemoan the death that comes for us.The flower that sings to a curtains fall quietly blossoms.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight00/1728959/ Guidance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight00/1728956/ there are moments in our liveswhen we find ourselfs at cross roadsthe choices we make in those momentscan define the rest of our daysof course when faced with the unknownmost of us prefur to turn aroundand go backAfraid, confusedwithout a road mapbut once in a whilepeople push on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight00/1728472/ sometimes....pain becomes such a huge of your lifethat you expect it to allways be therebecaus you can't remember a time in your life..when it wasn't...but then one day..you feel something else..something that feels wrong..only because its so unfamiliar..and in that moment.. you re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight00/1728471/ Scibbles in my head http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnight00/1728468/