http://slow.writerscafe.org/viraagtoska The original writings of author viraag toska en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776089814 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 they could all do so much better than me, but for some reason they're still here and I'm terrified that one day they'll understand I'm not enough. I never have been, I never will be--I can't be what they need, what they deserve, and oftentimes these days I hate myself for that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viraagtoska/1823970/ A rough little poem that doesn't really rhyme. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viraagtoska/1797691/ He never thought about that saying muchThe one that said eyes were like windows to the soulHe never thought about that saying muchUntil he came upon her while out on a strollShe was tiny, so tiny, with huge bambi eyesThough she was no doll, no fragile wilting flowerHe found that out soon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viraagtoska/1788909/ This is a little poem thing that goes with my untitled sad story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viraagtoska/1788767/ A non-traditional poem-type letter to a very dear friend of mine that I wrote a long time ago when I was much angrier and still capable of feeling things on a deep and profound level. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viraagtoska/1788764/ Somewhat sad little story thing that I wrote during one of my many mood swings. Haven't figured out a title for it just yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viraagtoska/1788753/