http://slow.writerscafe.org/mira_TEN The original writings of author Sora en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016821 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 truth be told, who likes to admit, the truth of themselves,identity unfold. admit to your sins your actions and your truths it'll make your life fly easier than create an obstacle that was never there. admitting. to be worthy. we are selfishand blind.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/3124752/ floundering tired, water vibrating. the air is still,but time still flows. the air is still,but some people are moving. standing still, everyone is moving, move to the left, i'm still in the same place. space between me and what i'm thinking of, ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/3118781/ not enough, not grown enough, need to get stronger, need to broaden the horizonnot enough, never grown enough, need to become more stable, it's not enough. when is it enough? to say to have a developed character? the mind is the most important, just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2946236/ floating in a blank, bubble space:floating. the softness of the air enveloping around me, not suffocating. the bubble ripples ever so slightly - i float in the middle. a dot. there's nothing outside the bubble. just a bright white; not blinding. i can't tell i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2945417/ under the moonlit sky, follows the following words: never rest, never rest. the world continues to spin. don't look back, keep your eyes forward. nothing matters but the front, the back is gone and unimportant. under the moonlit sky, follows the blac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2945174/ fight for your life, don't fight at all, fight for a life, don't fight at all. withdraw your swords, cannons and all, whether to keep up this war, or stay at the helm. fight for your life, or not at all, who says what, it doesn't matter all that much. what mak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2942385/ what to do when you've got friends like thesethey've climbed the wall, just before you started to.what do you do when  you've got friends like these,they worry too much, and they smile too wide. when you have friends like these, they stand aside,but they'll never jump through a hole, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2942383/ the heart that's made of wood, is bound to beburned. yet its surfance remains smooth, untouched by man. the heart that's made of wood, is bound to besoakedby the rainfalls that loom over its habitat. never underestimate the density of wood. it has weathered it all.never unde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2910894/ remember that poignant time, we were on the paddle-wheelerdeparting just after sunrise. the clouds hovering overhead, the smell of rain just before the droplets fell. you wore that diadem, over your head. no one saw. I did. I saw your smudged makeup as your ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2908068/ please do take a seat, have a seat. you've been on a journey might as well take a seat. how was the path? how were the people? don't hesitate to spilli'll clean up the mess afterward. we all had a slip up and spill once a whileonce a time. once upon a time.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2908067/ break all the windowsit don't matter anymorebreak all the windowsbreak them allthere's nothing left of this house anywayno soul to home, no soul to home. no soul left to go back to home to. no murals to make sense of.nothing in the house makes sense. the furniture is all over the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2903273/ we're connected by bloodoh what a cliche way to start this. we're connected by blood. we bickerwe're togetherbut apart. i never cared for younever have you for me. it's a give and take. a siblingship is a give and takethere's no love involved. don't convince me that sib.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2902325/ oh yes for sure, we can try and do something about it, we all say. do we believe? i daresay no. oh yes, for sure, we can do something about that, we'll eventually find a solution one way or another. do we really believe that?for sho, we don't. don't lie.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2899344/ Falling Down to a void Maybe to land on a beach someplace Deep in the sand. Lost in the sand. Lost in a space. Body becoming limpAccepting the void. Surrendering to the darkness The engulfment. Eyes closed. Heart limp like the body. But the mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2897181/ a scent herea scent there, a story leads to another. following a path from one point to another. eventually you end up herewherever here is. look up and around, tell me what you see, describe how things seem to you. maybe tell me a story of how the shovel got to where i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2895264/ a thousand moments in passingmaybe a million. i lost count.i don't follow those things anymore.counting the moments, counting the seconds. counting the days, ever since we last saw each other. let alone talk in one way or another. i've lost count. my heart has been crumbling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2888423/ I’m coming back here again, Who knew that this would happen more than once,You were here once, You would’ve dragged yourself here if you could,Wouldn’t you?The place that you guided the great show,The greatest show of what entertainment was,No curtains call,Just the place.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mira_TEN/2764772/