http://slow.writerscafe.org/michelle-entendu The original writings of author michelle-entendu en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776350976 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I truly believe we live in a broken world and I pray every day for God to extend his mercy and grace to the hearts of those who have been left jaded by the world so we Live the way we were meant to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelle-entendu/699735/ This is another one of those letters that I write when I have a lot to say but lack courage to say it aloud. I try and talk about serious things, but it never comes out the way I intend. So I write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelle-entendu/699730/ I write letters to people when I can't say things to their face. I rarely give them to who they're intended for, sometimes just letting my thoughts escape onto the paper is enough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelle-entendu/699717/ There’s a heaviness inside my chest that I can feel with each breath, it’s as much apart of me as the blood in my veins or the air in my lungs.  I’ll be doing nothing at all, my mind will start to wander and the weight of it pulls me down into the darkest parts of myself .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelle-entendu/689090/ Actions travel from one soul to the next as ripples, like raindrops falling into puddles or rocks being tossed into the sea. To create beautiful things that inspire the world without fault, but also taking the blame for the messes that spill from our hands just as easily. It’s the gamble of ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelle-entendu/689089/ Paint the room black,Grab me by the shoulders and Spin me around and aroundThe way we did as kids to feel the Rush of a spinning roomSlowly float back to normal.Except I want to spin forever,To feel like I’m always onThe edge of fallingOr just a single step from losing control.I’ll make .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelle-entendu/689087/ I’m throwing sparks.  Stay far away, where I can’t reach you.  I’ll just let you down, I can’t control it and I can’t stop it.  The things you see only happen while we sleep.  Wake up, and I’ll leave you the way you found me, tossed aside.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelle-entendu/689086/ My heart beats to your footsteps, echoing your coming and going.  There’s a fatal disconnect in my chest, you could take me down with one wrong move.  I didn’t ask for this, sometimes the wrong questions become answers.  Look at your hands, stained and dirty.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelle-entendu/689084/ I awoke to the sound of sirens.  I’m drifting in and out of this semi-conscious state as my realities blur with images of the past.  I remember that day when I stood on the beach and saw the tides swallowing the sand with graceful force.  I’m just a grain of sand, a w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelle-entendu/689081/ I know it was real because there was beauty in the leaves.  The weather never did anything wrong, even when it poured and the rain soaked through my clothes, chilling my skin and sending me shivering to the car.  I wonder what it’s like to feel weightless, to float away and leave beh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelle-entendu/689068/ You’re lost and I’m screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping you’ll turn around.  It’s what I do, I can’t stand by and watch you unravel until you’re nothing but a collection of torn flesh and broken bones with nothing left to offer the wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelle-entendu/689066/ I slip away quickly as it flows through my blood and I can forget for a little while, but it always comes back, gasping for air.  We’re sitting at a table and the rain falls outside, wasting away under flourescent light as time slips down our throats and colors blend together like weightl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/michelle-entendu/689064/