http://slow.writerscafe.org/unknownpilgrim The original writings of author The Pilgrim en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776066020 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Based on the Mumford & Sons song, Dust Bowl Dance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/unknownpilgrim/2058998/ (noun.) a high degree of intense, recurring, and often painful desire for something, particularly if there's no hope to attain the desired or when its attainment is uncertain, still far away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/unknownpilgrim/2058761/ There is no other choice to be made. The Universe has made it clear thatyou are mine and I am yoursuntil the end of time,until the stars fade to nothing and the constellations burn out. We are two atoms of the same star;star-crossed soulmates. It was written in our blood and fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/unknownpilgrim/2048937/ The thunder fills the empty spaceuntil he is deafened by it,and he cowersbeneath cotton mountainsin a futile attempt to escape the noise. But it follows after. Droplets fall against panes,heavy and hot,burning,burning,burning,and he is suddenly exposed like glass,transparen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/unknownpilgrim/2048935/ It has always been there, the burning deep inside. Some days, it is welcoming,like the warmth of a heart-firein the bleak cold of winter. On others, it is persistent,a nagging spark that starts roughlyand settles discomfortingly in his core. And still, there are days when it ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/unknownpilgrim/2048934/