Nicole Clarice Anna Wiest > Writing | WritersCafe.org

Impalpable, naive. Inelegant, yet radiant. What?

Unimaginative, inspiring. Imperceptible, effortless. Ongoing contradiction.

I sit alone in this graveyard of my life. Searching for answers to questions I’ve yet to learn. Discovering nothing. Opening my eye..

The walls are closing in on me; the walls of my bloody heart. My chest aches; crashing down on my ribs. The pain is unstoppable, nor do I wish i..

Can you remember a time when you looked at a tree, through the leaves, between the branches, only to see the sky? Bypassing all t..

If only you knew the half of my story. Struggles no one should have to bare. I hide it well with modesty; A smile on my face, always. No one wou..

Life... is a question. A series of questions perhaps. Life. What is life? Is being here enough? Do we have something to prove? And if so..

With every breath. Every seemingly effortless movement of myself, I concentrate. I meditate. Use the forces of my mind to say those words, &quo..

Usually I don't write anything this happy .. but I just could not help myself this time :)