http://slow.writerscafe.org/lainetjohnson The original writings of author Laine Johnson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776200113 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 somewhere, i hope he's out there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lainetjohnson/658839/ This is from a very dark point in my life. I am completely recovered from these feelings, but I feel the words written then best explain where I was at that point in my life. They're powerful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lainetjohnson/656027/ Preface to One Half of a Soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lainetjohnson/656021/ This is Dahlia's recollection and memoirs on her life so far, as a way and means to justify her disbelief in the fact she'll ever fall in love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lainetjohnson/656017/ i woke up one day & decided this wasn't good enough for me. i could always do better, so i struggle for a better day, and i know it's a-comin' because i've been praying. these long conversations with God are the only thing keeping me sane. for now, i'm incomplete, b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lainetjohnson/655592/ it's been two long weeks, but what's a week anyway? just a way of measuring days so they can keep repeating on and on; an empty melody to keep the hearts from stopping where they have belonged all along. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lainetjohnson/655589/ let's go back to words we can't remember, back to when the flowers were still blooming. when the sun was illuminating and we would shine, shine so bright. all the kids grew so jealous of us now it just doesn't apply.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lainetjohnson/655588/ in the style of something TWLOHA might blog. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lainetjohnson/655587/ i shiver, violently, as i toss and turn in the night. these dreams, so vivid, awaken as the consciousness in my mind becomes an inescapable fate.eyes open wide, your silhouette i can't escape.not even if i were to hide. not even if i close my eyes.there are words frozen on your l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lainetjohnson/655581/ you're not a person, you're an actress,cold hearted, and all theatrics.you're nothing more than an identity crisis,and i'm not going to rescue you, this time.act like 500 people at the same time,you're never the same for 5 minutes.dramatic, outrageous can't be my friend.you've got the attention span.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lainetjohnson/655577/ time changes us.we are a different person with each given second;each fresh breath our lungs inhale.call it evolution, if you will,of the cells in your body and the thoughts in your head.our bodies, yours and mine, are in an uphill battle, in a constant fight of perfectionfrom the moments befor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lainetjohnson/655515/