Pick Up A Pen ( Archived) (28)

Well Adrean you have accused me of trolling you whatever that means, so I will say now that I am completely in agreement with you on this one.

So few people these days actually write letters and unfortunately we have lost the special pleasure of opening and reading a handwritten note or letter.

My mother has kept all her love letters from my father and I too have love letters written to me many years ago.

I miss hand written letters even my friends type their xmas messages I hate that. It feels cold. and ty

Ok, someone send me an snail mail address and owl send you a hand written letter.

We can be pen pals first and do the roll-in-the-hay thing later.

How's that?

Ok give me your address abra hehehehehe

Abra Cadabra Poof
123 Magic Wand Way
Shaman Place
Hocus Pocus, PA IM6E-UR2

Writing is my passion...
To write, it is to lie down some words on a bed of air, it is to light a light of love and to let play our thoughts as children in the wind of the big large the sensations, the ideas, the emotions and of felt them.

It is to let rise a new breath on the present, to make up sometimes with a past or to tempt to illuminate a few more the future. To write, it is to plow the dunes of the desert and to drink the water of the mirages.

To write, it is to leave my print, to hug stronger a dream that tempts to escape. To write, it is to bite the horizon to full teeth. It is to want to leave an ardent trace in the ephemeral of the instant.

To dare to deposit a word, then another. To let them discover themselves, to become tame, to make the love, to agree and to let be born between them a sentence, then two. Fearless of the words, the most often they waited for you with modesty, in the silence of their waiting. They dreamed to be expressed, they only asked to say themselves, that to come out of oneself, that to accompany us, to dance, to dream, to continue with us...

Hey Adrean? Wanna have my address too?

yes . what is your address frenchy