Dear …

Dear … I’ve come to find in recent weeks, my pushing the envelope is no longer tolerated, by me. There is always question in my mind the resonate nature of need, though it is a bit frightening to suddenly wake one day and realize, my own persistence in letting you shelve the endearment once apparentContinue reading “Dear …”

Speak To Me Please

I like to write letters, let my words take me places I’d rather visit with some hope of explanation. I do wish to take off with my thoughts allowing them to translate their meaning on a parchment of sorts. I remember the first time I began to write to a love in my teens. IContinue reading “Speak To Me Please”