http://slow.writerscafe.org/Long_whispers The original writings of author Long Whispers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000640 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ever reckoned how much of your time do you give to alone contemplation? What amount of data your brain processes when you are all by yourself? Or are you always surrounded with people & think in groups, but hardly otherwise?I believe some of the greatest thoughts come when you have less to do wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Long_whispers/1931957/  Have you always been the quiet one, the one who gets slammed time to time to say something, one word, two words or maybe a sentence at the most? Do you, among those who have to have their say no matter what, sit like a mummy, for you can’t express yourself fine enough with vocals for som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Long_whispers/1931192/  I am losing interest in my surroundings. WhereI had the habit of finding constellations, alone in the darkest night skies,sometimes just gazing at them, or counting countless stars till I lose thepattern, I have long lost it. I'd look in disbelief at their beauty,always wished to see t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Long_whispers/1897684/  I miss how life used to be. I was onlyfamiliar with the pain I'd call easy, which was sustainable & forgotteneffortlessly. Unlike the pain now, it hurts like I'm walking on a carpet wovenfrom thorns, & this pain plights to linger till it's replaced by a moreterrible suffering. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Long_whispers/1896611/  It's been over two weeks and I have not beenable to write something constructive and this is the longest I have gone emptyof thoughts and devoid of words since I got into writing. Between words andthoughts, there's always one lagging behind. Sometimes, it's the thoughts thatdon't colla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Long_whispers/1896606/ I am attracted to melancholy and the blues. And I have a special place in my heart for the damaged souls, the quiet ones and the lost ones, those who keep it hidden deep inside, all their scars and all their tears. I have a thing to dig deeper into their souls, search all the caves of their hearts .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Long_whispers/1895192/ Last night, I tried hard to sleep, like every other night, but your thoughts didn't spare me even a moment of peace and amidst the dark night, it brought me the memory of your favorite song. I played the song for the first time since you left me. It felt like my heart ceased for those three minutes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Long_whispers/1895191/ There are days when words are pouring out of heart, rushing through my veins to my hand to be jotted down. But laziness does'nt let it done. And there're days, so forlorn, when I feel desperate to write, being a hobbyist, but nothing comes up inside. And passing those days is hard. They linger in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Long_whispers/1895190/ Once, I had known a flower that existed to shed the fragrance of glee in my at that time, dull life. I eschewed the lovely petals it held, the green leafs that added more beauty to it and everything that made its outside attractive. Leaving it all behind, I went straight for the hidden possession,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Long_whispers/1895188/ Where teachers have the magic to induce beautiful seeds of growth in us, make us rich with ken and wisdom, take us to our feet, they too happen to possess the pellets of destruction, composed of negativity, pre-judgement, favoritism, asperity and these pellets, if thrown at us, could destroy us ment.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Long_whispers/1895187/  You've begun to leave mymind.  My mind is blurring you witheach passing thought of you & it saddens me; I wanted to keep your memoriesalive for a lifetime, for this is all that is left of you to cherish, sometimesmourn.   My memories have become an isola.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Long_whispers/1895181/