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Letters From Home
legal pad yellow lined words in passion follow always our hello © Scott F Savage 6/2020
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 …”
The Once In Words
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 readContinue reading “The Once In Words”
Lost In Curiosity
I walked outside tonight, like any other evening wondering about my life. I drove down the highway imagining headlights coming my way and losing control. I have to wonder why, I need to pull it together and again, as always recognize there is a purpose to my life. Just because things may not go myContinue reading “Lost In Curiosity”
I feel a decision being made
I’m still in love, perhaps it is meant to be, without finding ourselves together. There is something about separation and the value of two lives, two passions, two mistakes, two decisions to be allowed to realize what we were, what we are today. I spent the night pining, trying to figure out a way toContinue reading “I feel a decision being made”
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”