http://slow.writerscafe.org/witchofthisage The original writings of author witchofthisage en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776343782 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 run away. the darknesswith which i shroud myselfis aninvitation to nothing but fear"there isnothing beautiful here. you cannotwill me back to sanity with your faith.i have seenthe earth part for my feet,towerscrumble under the weight of my hands,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchofthisage/1908136/ a take on depression and anxiety http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchofthisage/1904025/ It’s midnight and his eyes are still open. Faint music, footsteps, chattering, and laughter resonate from the streets below; the city is alive but drifting, lulling itself to sleep. He clings onto the last strings of its consciousness, wills it to stay awake because the bustling, the drunk yel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchofthisage/1904017/ She allows herself one guilty pleasureand goes on long walks during herfavorite time of day: dawn, the hourbefore the dew has even settled andany and all figures can safely hidein the shroud of blissful anonymitythat the fog provides.Then is when everything seems likea ghost of what it is, yet can n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchofthisage/1904012/ His thoughts have always looked so inviting,like a coolspring with its surface shiningunder the merciless rays of sunlight and heat.This is the moment I realize that his thoughtsare an ocean. You're free toswim in its edge,but never stay for too long, and don't leave him thereeventhough it see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchofthisage/1903989/ what he could have said http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchofthisage/1903985/ a.k.a the romanticization of vices http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchofthisage/1903981/ All flowers dry up.I'd rather witherand be preservedin your memoriesas a beautiful rosethan be one ofthe daisies you keeppressed, forgotten,between the crisp pagesof your yellowingpaperbacks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/witchofthisage/1903980/