http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jdubose The original writings of author Jessica DuBose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973773 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Your creative spirit surrounds my souluplifting my bodyI stand a little tallerCapturing my attentionyou bring me back to the momentslowing down I can see the codethe matrix of the universegliding through reality creatively playing with space, time and our bodiesyour touch sparks the essence of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jdubose/2083901/ Nothing is permanenteverything will be the journey is lifelife is changeNothing is permanentLove is.Becoming one's selfis the journey at playplay through lifeLive love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jdubose/2074425/ heavydisheartenedmy chest constrictsas my eyes try not to well upthud...thud....thudmy heartbeat sounds as though it can't trudge onI gasp for airrealizing I forgot to breathetrying not to sound disappointed as I quickly get awayto crawl deep within myselfand hide for fear that it will cat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jdubose/2072552/ a space inside expandstingles start in my coreand extend to my extremitiesmy chest augmentslub dub....lub dub...lub dubthe sound almost audibleof my heart beating onopenness in the throat tempting the vocal chordsto sing a chorus of alleluialightening of the headlifting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jdubose/2070267/ One overwhelming thought springs to mind. It doesn't have to be anything significant, just something tied to a deep emotion. This is easy to do in my world. I feel deeply. This feeling grows and the thoughts become more and more. It makes me feel like I'm free falling with nothing to grab hold of. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jdubose/2070209/ I was standing therefrozennot really all that surprisedthe arguing and dissensionhad been happening for monthsthe waves of emotionthreatened to take overbut the void of numbnessoverruledGoing back in timeI can hear the faint screams"How can you not be crying?"my sister begged for some emotionmy twel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jdubose/2068811/ Nothing quite gets under my skin like when I have misplaced something and cannot find it anywhere. I'm the type of person who doesn't really lose anything. I remember where I put things and have a general understanding and organization of life around me.Being in limbo and living out of suitcases for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jdubose/2068805/ I had a defining moment last fall that was really big and personal for me. I had a witness who recently reminded me of the moment. I went back through our text messages to find this correspondence:Friend: ...But yes you are strong. I'll always remember you sitting there holding my guitar after singi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jdubose/2068804/ stillgravity bringing presence to withindeafeningly quietthe unquenched desire unfulfilledtears streamingso many...will I drown?Will I ever hear those criesof fear and joywill I see the growthfeel the smooth and the bruisedthe vacant void that broods insidemy hand feels nothing against my stoma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jdubose/2068802/ Revelation of self has comewhat will I do about it?will I sit in what I knew?it's comfortable herebut it won't be comfortable for longthe guilt will set in I will have to move forwardchange is imminentI must move forwardit will be hard but it will be goodfor now I sitwaiting for the moment&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jdubose/2068800/ wanting to throw a toaster at someone's head never seemed like a thing I would ever consider in lifeI was very wrong who knew that it would be at the person I most love in the world?everyoneit's amazing that love and hate can be so closely relatedthat's why the color red represents both an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jdubose/2068799/ It feels amazing to createwill this high last forever?know that it won'twith sharing the creativitycomes the wretchedness of knowing what others might thinkit is enough to make one not shareit is enough to crush the soulbut sharing is what makes it liveI don't want it to die so my choice i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jdubose/2068798/ The pieces lie thereAll over the floorIt's the kind whereLittle pieces scatteredTo every nook and cranny in the roomToo overwhelmedDon't know where to startEach piece representsA different memoryA special emotionThis item is too preciousIt cannot be thrown awayCan it be put back together?It won't ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jdubose/2068797/ Catching your gazeas you quickly look awaybrings a tingling feelingto my abdomen.Knowing I'm wantedmakes my heart swell.Tiptoeing through conversationslike the most beautiful dance,a work of art...flirting.The most magical momentis where you stop talkingcompletely distractedunable to rememberwh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jdubose/2068796/