http://slow.writerscafe.org/mahiyal The original writings of author Arcane en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776166219 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 May be i know, may be i don't.I sit under the open sky, closed.A desert extending in my throatIs brimming through my heart walls.Everything is made of charcoal,I can't seem to find the peacock. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mahiyal/2884902/ I'm scared of my own mind,It runs insanely wild sometimes.I have fallen in love with deathLike a moth for a light speck.O it's so overwhelming over here,My heart suffocates without a tear.Full of woe are the voices I hearPlease, stop these acts full of despair.I laugh cascades of unknown void.Is it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mahiyal/2883717/ I wish I could write the way I wanted to;Exquisitely, solemnly, delicately.I would write the chants thatBloom flowers in autumnAnd lullabies for theHeart wrenching survivors.I would write the exquisite beauty of arcane souls and capture fleeting memoriesto keep them alive forev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mahiyal/2883450/