http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kazumiaki The original writings of author Oldsoul.J en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015443 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wish there was one, even one.Where my love didn’t go to wasteI wish it reached somewhere,Even just one placeWhere it wasn’t alone.Though I didn’t knew where it was,At least my love was felt,Was held, had almost found a potential home.Though It couldn’t stay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/3125986/ Ive never felt this lostSomewhere in betweensI’ve never felt this lost even when I had no homeBecause I had myselfI knew where i am & who i was.Right here and now; Im in all places at onceFloating and fallingNothing to hold on toContinuously slammed bySomeone I couldn&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/3124678/ I watched them paint the skies and looked at each other’seyes seeing eternity, nothing else, no one else.I watched them build their own world, unite their soulswith their hearts full.I watched them fight battles and became stronger likenothing in the world can break them apart. A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2770403/ You were never the same.Did you have a change of heart or did I?But it feels like when I filled minewith you,Yours has been freed of me.I was no longer there and you were nolonger here.Then I wondered, was I really trying hardto take what’s not mine? I knew t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2170570/ I cried because I never wanted this­­,I hated you for clouding mythoughts, For stealing my time and mypresence.Now I hate myself for notremembering everything.And I’m crying because I want you.You’ve become everything I cravefor.But a scar has made.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2168057/ Tortured.It’s been days, weeks, terrifyingly months.When I look at the morning sky, the sunset, the moon youare there.Filling every gap, I feel so tired at times. It was crazy, I’d wake up at two in the morning and itmakes me stay up an hour.I’d ask myself w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2167633/ chapters of him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2167632/ Suddenlythe world just closes down and I was there looking so closely in awe like Icouldn’t get enough. It felt only like yesterday when I felt so safe, so calmand grounded and now I was floating, restless and consciously eating the ironyof life. Maybe I so love chasing thing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2167400/ Dear YOU,I wish you will experience what it is like to be free from the cell you've put yourself into.I wish you'd find the key to unlock the chains that has buried in your flesh for years and let that wounds be scars you won't bother covering.I wish that happiness of yours will fill all those crack.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2166655/ When the world kept telling me no.I played deaf and closed my eyes,I said I have the right to decide,I said I have never chosen what I wanted in a blink of an eye.So I chose you.I knew the part before the end will never be beautiful, I knew it well.That piece I gambled, I knew I’d .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2165943/ For some time you’d meet someone that becomes your world, just for a moment there. 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Only time can tell till when is yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2165942/ You remind meof the sun,Bright andlight; it’s as if there was no room for sadness.But you havebruises inside and it only takes a second to see the tears aching to fall.It burns butyou’re holding it perfectly,You were sogentle as if the pain wasn’t running .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2162883/ Now I wonder if last time was sadder,If there’s sadder than this.When everything shuts down,When I laugh but when will it reach inside?I wonder how everything becomes gray,And how I no longer want to look up at the sky,No longer want to look back at what pushes me forward.I let the wind bring .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2118392/ When everything diesand you struggle to breathe;Days are like the same movie playing endlesslyexcept each night another star looses its light,each night dimmerand you stop wondering,you stop waiting,you just stay stilland listen to you heart beat saying, You need to live.You have to.You haven't.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2116583/ You hold ittightThough it isn’tsome kind of a treasure but a trashTurns yoursight to dark, a storm building up inside the mind, replaying it over and over.It’severything there is, metal bars you put one after the other around you,Gripping tightly,wanting to brea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2097098/ A short story... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2066317/ ...words from a fan. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2059382/ I wanted to run, to stand where you are;That place that’s very distant, more thana thousand days away.I want to reach it, To reach you.To close that somewhat small but huge gapbetween,Although you had never let it visible, inmy eyes it was clear.You had a world b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2046746/ To all angels out there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2030679/ A wish... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2025920/ Should I consider myself unlucky because Ihad to say goodbye so early?Or lucky, to be away? 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Selfless and Humble; A beautiful creation of God” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2010883/ ...dedicated for mom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2010877/ Just everything; you beganto notice. It’s as if memorizing every detail, keeping every memory. All the good in him,accepting the imperfections and missing him a lot.It’s wishing on a star,dreaming awake, that priceless stupid smile that seems no end; it’s as if youw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2010875/ ...talk about those 'jerks' and 'a******s' as what we call them but not all of them aren't born as one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kazumiaki/2010287/ I asked, “What was it likebefore?” and she answered, “most people won’t do things they don’t mean” Ithought, that’s why there’s not much of mistrust or ‘wasted trust’. Unliketoday, there are dark motives everywhere. 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