http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mauricio1111 The original writings of author m.c.Tafolla en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047204 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Another night driving northbound up the highway.No thing but me, the lightscenter-highway and what's left ofthe clouds; painted on the ground, a luminescent reflection.There was another carbehind me. Took the nearest exithome I would assume, considering the time it was.Secluded for a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mauricio1111/1893441/ I lost my dog today.By my I don't mean like something you can buy at the store and throw away after you don'twant it anymore, no.He was more thansomething you own.He was irreplaceable,he was someone tome, he was my best friend.I miss him. You know what they say, "you really .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mauricio1111/1891599/ I don't even know what it is I feel.Sometimes, I feel like an angel.Sometimes, I feel like a monster.Sometimes, I want to be loved.Sometimes, I want to be left the f**k alone.Sometimes, I care for what people have to say.Sometimes, I could care less.Sometimes, I want to talk to people.Sometimes, I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mauricio1111/1891053/ When life hands you... You make... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mauricio1111/1890932/ Food for thought. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mauricio1111/1888999/ 2/20/17 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mauricio1111/1888679/ As the seasons change so too theleaves change.Cool wind in the air, the colours of autumn are painted where the leaves rest, reflecting in the waterthe trees they once were a part of.Changing colour with the seasons, dancing in thewinds of time, a bohemian rhapsody painted on thecanvas of refle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mauricio1111/1888501/