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Friday, 12 October 2012

Wait for me, will you?

If not anything, I'd come here with jars of coffee and write. Yes, there have been days when I step my feet here with my mind more nurtured than before. Words like baskets filled with Blueberries accompany me but I have to be careful so they don't fall down on the floor.

I had never thought I'd have people waiting for what I write. I received your letters. They smelled like bottle green coloured trees. I read the lines you sent me and they sounded as if I'd promised to get back soon. I haven't really spoken with all of you yet we communicate in a way. The silent conversations bright up my eyes and warm up the way I look at everything you send me. It's the season of Autumn and it's beautiful in its own way.

It's been a month since I heard the sound as I type these words. I'll keep the unmade promise nonetheless. I've got stories to tell. People to introduce. Volumes to write.

How're you all doing?
I'm sending love. And I hope you receive it.

11 comments:

  1. i miss your writing. you should write often. :)
    much love,
    saharious.

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  2. I do I do,

    Waiting to hear what you have up your sleeve for us. Do not delay too much as I am sure you are aware that anxiety is not good at this age.

    Take care

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  3. your words are like melodies of a different kind :)

    +Not Just My Allegories+

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  4. Will be waiting for your words. :)

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  5. Received love and glad you are sharing. We all need love but no one shares it

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  6. Btfly expressed. "Words like baskets filled with Blueberries". One of those days indeed! :)

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Let the soul in you speak. :)

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