I wanted to write a letter today. Well, I want, always somehow to put words together might have meaning. I need, to find the right words, not simply the best words or more impactful per se, more courageously words that will express a value, again, a meaning, something meaningful. I want them to be read by you.
When we do write, when we find the words we wish might reach one another, we want more than other aspects of our lives, to be heard, to be understood, to have the reader believe there is a purpose in what we are trying to say to one another. We don’t wish to ramble, to lose our train of thought, more specifically, if we want our point to be revealed in a grateful manner, we are careful with how we choose our words.
A ramble might be acceptable in respect to a point in each other’s lives. There is certainly laughter in the ability to share ideas with each other that are meant to gather soft wisdoms for the eyes of a lover to their recipient of sweet utterances. The ability to find a landing for words that might express a desire or passion are longed for, and as much, a gift if both individuals find it soothing to anticipate such notes from one another.
How difficult it is then for those words that we once could hear from one another to lay in lonely paths of regret and confusion, striking no confidence in their ability to anticipate discovery inside the human condition’s realm of dreams. What are dreams if not a hope, an anticipation, a medley of surreal fantasy drawn from the intimate experience of our lives.
What are today’s dreams if not once the result of words we shared with one we love.
© Scott F Savage 2019