My dear Scarlet.
Thank you , for writing the way you do, the time you take to come back to leave a lovely message.
I have to admit to a little burst of inner excitement when I see a new message from you, that there’s a nice little connection we come back for.
Are you remaining elusive, mysterious to me in your description, an inquisitive mind I’m left with.
I find myself sitting in a window seat this morning watching over the rooftops, it’s a cloudy windy day, not to bright . All those fluffy clouds bobbing along their unpredictable course throughout the skies, never knowing which way the wind will carry them.
Carly’s song playing as I write.
(I remember the piece used at the end of a 1993 film, Sliver.)
So, right now I’m taking some time out, time to just pause.
I think about my actions, I think about how very different I’d hoped life could have been, how in reflection our dreams can turn to a curse. To dream of a better feeling of joy and happiness, without that pain, I wish .. so much, to avoid mistakes , to avoid being alone.
I have company in you with your replies.
A reason to come here,
My enigma ,