Own your Ocean

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. 

My Heart

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

Forever

For flowers that stay, even when the others have left. 

(Thank you for these flowers. They lasted a long, long time)

Sunday

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.