http://slow.writerscafe.org/silkjade The original writings of author Silky en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775249875 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am that forgotten voice on the edge of the world. Residing where the sun meets the sea. I am the beginning and the end. I push and pull like the tide.I drag you under like the current.I drown you.Intoxicated SuperficialDelirium. Taste the tonic on my lips. Quench that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkjade/1855654/ I never looked at youI saw through you like I see past myselfScouring my composition in search of the negative spaceLike a delicate piece of translucent rice paperA blank canvas for my imagination to ignoreWhy covet a fruit that will never be ripe In the orchard, the wasteland, of my so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkjade/1855614/ What a daymy life has beenWash the sinthen start againWakes ofbliss and crests of painAlivethrough feeling, all the same Memory drowned by trauma pastThe sense ofself could not outlastScouring mysoul for virtues to recallWho was I beforeI became not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkjade/1853449/ Wake upBreatheTry to get a grip So that I can liftThe weight of this realityThoughts on streamMoral compass bufferingSpitting so there’s some shineSo cleanNo need to wonder whyAccept the tainted gleamSeeing is believing And I’ve gone blind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkjade/1848341/ The atlas to my life debunkedThe ships upon my sea have sunkSettled lives content to beYet alone I wander in search of meWhat glories past the horizon layWhat compromises forced to makeWithin this scope of birth and restProceeding with a cautious stepIf only that the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkjade/1832786/ Please try to realize that you're a mystery to me. 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