The Moon In My Hands

Some nights I stand at the edge of a cliff,

the urge to fly off the edge so strong.

Some nights I stare at the ocean,

the urge to tease it's depths too much.

And then there are nights where I look at the Moon—

ice cold and dark, just like me.

The urge to hold it in my hand is mesmerising;

it's magnetic pull entrancing me.

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Never

The writing was on the wall. It just took me a very long time to read it, comprehend it.... That we were never . We were never meant to be.

It's strange how much a four legged furry family member brings you warmth. Yesterday, I asked my doggo to sit next to me, and she did. I told her "Frankie, Frankie... I'm sad Frankie. I'm really sad". She looked at me, like really looked at me. Her eyes showed me she knows. I kept petting her and she flopped her head into my lap. Dogs bring such comfort. It's amazing. They are so full of unconditional love. They can't say it to us but they are there, listening and loving.

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.

Elly Grey

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