http://slow.writerscafe.org/sadlilmami The original writings of author sweetest-lil-sorrow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115356 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I once played with ashes, and lived an achromatic life.Until one day, born of the cinders, a fire with the colour of the sky would draw near my soul. It's pure azure flames trapped me in cold warmth; the kind that kindles and crackles with cerulean light.And if ever, another inferno approach me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadlilmami/2024154/ The further you reduce meThe less I am my own.The pain becomes more prominentWhen there's less person shown.Without any containment,I'll disappear through the steam.I will escape, evaporate, and leaveBehind an empty, aching theme. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadlilmami/2023721/ Pain; fuelling my fingers with the richest form of getting lostI am nothingbut the words that Iwriteand nowreality has blended into mydreams andaltering them intonightmaresI am drowningin silence theunsaidcan't cry emptyeyes andphotographedsmiles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sadlilmami/2023718/