http://slow.writerscafe.org/Micaela_Reads The original writings of author Micaela en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776024857 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She could feel her heart beating, which shouldn’t come as asurprise as this normally meant that you were alive; yet she could feel it inher feet, in her head, as she gripped onto the skin on her elbow she could feelit in her fingertips. She didn’t want to be here, it looked like no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micaela_Reads/1878217/ This poem is one I wrote in first year of my English Degree, (almost 3 years ago now) about how 3 old friends became reacquainted with me over the course of a holiday to London. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micaela_Reads/1794081/ I had someone who made me feel as if they were the world. When they left my world got bigger somehow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micaela_Reads/1794074/ I've had a bit of a turbulent year thus far and I had some thoughts about it late the other night and I wrote them down... it soon turned into this. This is rough, unedited and not masterfully written http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Micaela_Reads/1793264/