http://slow.writerscafe.org/happyphantom The original writings of author Penelope en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776103946 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I smell the cold air as it rushes through my bodylingering in my skin.I fasten my pace as if I might pretendthat I could ever outrun it all. but I can't outrun my past.the night breathes the fact in my face as I try,I try to ignore the steady signs of leaves falling at my feet.ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/happyphantom/795814/ sometimes I feel as ifthe shadows are enclosing inin on my hopeopening their gaping mouths to take all of me withouta respective nudge or a warning of their sudden prescence.fear.fear is a vice of my pestering thoughts,oh you come and I try to run away but my feet just carry me over the le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/happyphantom/793417/