http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bivita The original writings of author Bivita en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776113344 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I fall in love fastwithout measuring risks I have a history of dating men by simply seeing the best in them and assuming they are emotionally mature, to understand what I mean when I hold them close to my chestlove is like the weather unpredictable yet typical&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bivita/2852082/ my pink bottleI like it a lotcarry it with myself everywhere it holds the water cold or hot has a handle to pick it upher skin shines in the light it's a cute bottle where did you get it from?I hear it from some peoplethere is a dent on the bottle from when it fell from the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bivita/2851182/ As I sit here with a blank page on my computer screen, I am reminded of all the topics I could write upon. Love, adversity, happiness, nature, beauty, motivation...all these are perceptions and a state of mind. Does what I write matter? Are people flexible enough to welcome an alternate vi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bivita/2850901/ The richness and the stillness of your coffee cup the breath of air touching us the eye contact i dreaded to reciprocatethe outline of your hair looking as silhouette from the sunset over your headtakes me where we are meant to be i can see ourselves having a good timem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bivita/2783445/ Walking down the street with a cup of coffee,I was floating in my own dreams with the sun burning my skin and the wind trying to sedate my senses,A slight current ran across my arm as we crossed pathsI didn't realize it until I spilled my coffee on your bright blue shirtYour eyes caught my attention.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bivita/2774174/ As I sit on the chair, with my laptop in front of me, trying to choose the perfect words to fill the white canvas with the colors of my words, all I see is myself struggling to form a sentence that makes actual sense. Staring at my screen for twenty minutes, a lot of different forms of emotions and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bivita/2480028/ Depression is a menace and has been a global boiling pot issue, with everyone becoming more and more impatient and crazy than ever. The rising number of people giving up on life arises various questions in our minds, but one ever-standing question- are we so worthless in our eyes? Is it so meaningle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bivita/2304738/ Black lives matter, so does every other life in this world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bivita/2177995/ Meet me in the fervent forest of love, Make me lean against your chest and melt into the tenderness of your caring heart,It calls my name every time you embrace me in your arms, You are my muse, a profound desire of my craving heart.Like a reverie, you are my enchantment.You are my symphon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bivita/2177990/ Play a song Bring more wineDance with me I am all cryingI see my cup filled of regret And me sulking down on with every gulp Absent moments that went into the abyss of false hopes Bring me to the verge of despair and gloomI was once a child with wild dreamsChasing rainbows a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bivita/2177711/ I am a cloud, crying somewhere in a corner, waiting to burst and explodeI know that the sadness inside of me cannot be held in anymore , it has to be let out for me to feel free againI know how it feels like to carry a heavy burden on my shoulders and to feel a certain way of despair lurking every t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bivita/2177416/