Elly Grey

And when there's no spoken word, there is still the written.  And that's worse.

 The freedom from everything. That's what I want. No longing, no yearning, no hoping, no pain. 

If you cry too much, You'll create a sea. And then you'll have to surf it to get over it. And if you don't know how to surf,  Then that's a problem... So,  We don't cry. Simple. 

You don't know, do you, how much I like being with you? Actually, you really have no idea. 

 I'm not going to blow,  And force my wish into the air. No, I'm going to let the wind carry my words to you. I'll say nothing.  I'll do nothing. And you'll hear it.  Loud and clear. 

 Misunderstood emotions  Words held back And then said wrong  Hidden hurt Buried lies Did you burn your tongue? Did you bite it hard? Did it leave the bitter taste of coffee in your mouth when you told her? 

 Hey, just think about this for a second... There's someone out there who thinks about you when they see something. It could be when they see the moon, or the title of a book, or when they hear a particular song. It could be when they see a certain flower, or catch the whiff of a particular scent. It could be when they see someone who resembles you slightly.  There's something special about you that they remember when they see something.  Isn't that beautiful? And aren't you special?  To be thought of, to be held in regard and to be remembered.  That's special.