Elly Grey

Do not worry about your tears.  They are your ocean. A release. Full of emotion. A swell, a tide, salty and sweet.  You are a deeply feeling woman and that is why you cry.  It's because you feel. Think about it.  You're a piscean. A fish. Water. Tears.  You are in your element.  Own your ocean. 

I hope some day you come and sit with me for a long while, because I have missed you every single day. 

For flowers that stay, even when the others have left.  (Thank you for these flowers. They lasted a long, long time)

I'm writing. This pen is beautiful. It's gliding across this journal's paper. It's sprinkling rain and a little humid. It's a little grey outside and I've got the warm light of my lamps on. These are the little things in my life that keep me soft and happy.  And it's Sunday.