http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mindless0cat The original writings of author williams en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779397341 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 a cage made oflove with no warmthmeant to trap me in an illusionan illusion of belongingbut i don’t belongand you don’t understand mejust because you nursed medoesn’t mean you know mecut off my wings so i wouldn’t flyjust so you could have someone to blame.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/3120641/ The GazeI realize now it's all a fake. It feels like stepping on a nail, This cold reality of slow submission�" Nothing more than a form of silent oppression.A cage built just for imagination, A labyrinth woven out of countless lies, Picking me apart, piece by painful piece. And I though.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/3120638/ Aging is both maturity and a rewind�"back to the frailty of a baby’s body, immobile and bed-ridden, until we return to where we came from. As the wheel of time turns, everyone becomes a victim." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2941523/ Nature, a beauty veiled from sight, as modern life�"a creeping blight�"doth steal her soul in silent breath, till all that's left is whispered death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2941518/ My eyes filled with sorrow, As the price of old age unfurled, Lurking in shadows, a quiet thief, Preying on the threads of this world. He sat, wrinkled, weary, and frail, Awaiting death, his only release, My heart shattered with each fleeting glance, In silence, I felt his s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2941492/ I'm tired�"of running,of hiding in the shadows of pain,of eyes piercing into my soul like bullets.I never asked to be different.If I could change, I would.But I can’t�"because this is just the way things are.I want to feel loved.Appreciated.But the o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2941413/ Unity�"like a rope,it holds us together.Just like family,a knotin which we are connected�"not for selfish gain,but to give one another hope.Like the bondof a mother and child,so sweet,so tender,but fragile too.Handle it with care.Because love,in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2940885/ I feel things too deeply sometimes�"like my chest doesn’t know how to hold it all.I speak truth,even when my voice is shaking,even when it costs me comfort.I’ve sat in silenceand still chose to write.I’ve gone unseenbut never stopped trying to be real... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2940491/ Harvest�"how heartwarming,the joy in our hearts,the tingle in our handsto touch what we watched grow.The sweat of joy,the scent of hope�"an aroma you wait to receive.Tiresome, yes,but still you smile,for it is your handsthat sowedand your handsthat n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2940487/ Staying true to yourselfis one of the hardest things�"not because you lack skill,but because you're desperateto be seen,to be heard.You’d go to any extent to achieve that.You chase the prize,and somewhere along the way,you forget who you are.Carried by every win.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2940376/ A question mankind continues to fail�"a myth that wrecks homes,splits minds,and haunts the soul:What is right?What is wrong?Simple questions.A million answers.And most of themdon’t save us.Wrong is our daily routine�"the thrill that makes your hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2940375/ "Sometimes, drowning feels safer than resurfacing only to face more pain." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2940357/ Under cashmere linen,we lie still�"drenched in the weight of thought,sobbing woundssaltier than the tears that shaped them.The night sky watchesas our eyes lock onto stars,focused�"like freshly squeezed juiceheld in a broken glass,sweet and spilling.Our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2940247/ Death�"like a flower.It’s beautiful,Because it marks the end�"Of pain,Of misery,Of anxiety and depression.But all roses have thorns.And for this flower,They’re quite large�"Many,Like a swarm of beesReady to sting their next victim.But just lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2940243/ What is purpose?Quite the vocabulary, if you ask me.A word with a diluted meaning�"So diluted, even a sipCan’t be recognizedBy the broken, and the rest.A word used to hurt others,To show their worthlessness,Their failure. But�"If we find purpose, does .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2940238/ I was born in the undertow,saltwater stitched into my skin,lungs learning early how to holdeverything in.The world did not pausewhen I shattered�"it kept spinning,louder, crueler,a blur of locker doors andnames I didn’t ask for.But somewhere,beneath all the noise,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2940057/ who am I ?A recurring question,like a persistent rash.Oh, what an itch�"a pleasure to scratch,but it leaves quite the mark.Like pus, the truth comes out�"sometimes clear,sometimes colored,sometimes just bloody.It seeps, it stains,it smells like something.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2939946/ What if I’m the problem�"the reason behind the pain,the hate,the sorrow?What if I’m the problem?Maybe if I had changed,I could’ve been happy.What if I’m the problem�"does that make me the villain,or just the victimof my own existence?Do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2939846/ I’m learning to live with the ache�"the ache of despair�"so I might begin to heal,if only to cradle my wounds.I’m learning to live with the ache�"the ache of loneliness�"so I can finally see myself,so I don’t collapse .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2939751/ I wrote thisbecause it was the only thing I could do,the only way to feel okay.I wrote thisbecause everything hurt,because I was in despair �"only to bottle it up,just another facade,another lieto avoid the truth.I wrote thisso I wouldn't scream,so nobody would en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2939748/ You survived things people will never understand.You cared even when it hurt.You cried without needing permission.You were soft in a world that wanted you to be steel.You are not weak.You are not broken.You are music. You are ocean. You are too deep for the shallow hearts that tried to c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2939742/ I wish I could remember the firsttime they called me gay.Not because I want to relive it �" Idon’t �" but because maybe then I could figure out what I did wrong. What Iwore. What I said. What part of me was too visible, too soft, too wrong forthem to ignore.But I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2939738/ The first time I held the violin, Ididn’t cry �" not out loud. But something inside me cracked open so quietly Ialmost missed it. Like the kind of break that doesn’t bleed, but leaves youchanged forever.I had wanted one since I was a kid.Not for attention. Not to p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2939734/ Oceans Don’t Apologize for Drowning is a raw, unfiltered journey through depression, isolation, identity, and the quiet hope that healing is possible. Written like a long, aching breath, this novel do http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mindless0cat/2939731/