http://slow.writerscafe.org/BlueAutumn1117 The original writings of author M.H. George en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041487 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wrote this on New year's eve. Building myself up for a no bullshit year. My shortcomings are my own and I'm done with the excuses I've hidden behind for far too long. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueAutumn1117/1870241/ The colors will always come but once they reach their peak the brown crispy death takes hold. Soft veins feathering your palms and once dead become a crumbling jagged heap with the slightest grip. Should I allow my hands to stay open? Fingers splayed, left vulnerable and succumbing to the jaded fami.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueAutumn1117/1850128/ Sometimes the clarity filters through this haze and I can't accept this could just be a phase that will only leave me wanting. The more I resist, the more I persist in this perpetual race to find the truth in someone's eyes. Past transgressions may have stifled this longing, but the passion is stron.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueAutumn1117/1849077/ Drank too much last night. Woke up and felt the need to purge the poison. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueAutumn1117/1848328/