Cursive Love

 The beautiful art of letter writing is lost. We are now people who hold back our words and emotions for fear of rejection. We send fast and empty texts, that are abbreviated. Our words have been lost. They are devoid of love and longing. Even the art of writing in cursive is no more. There are no more letters just as there are no more lovers. 

Beaming

 I will laugh out loud again. I will smile. I will make my days worth it, worth remembering. That young girl I once was is still inside me, but she grew up and matured. She will laugh again in all the spaces that made her feel small. 

Imperfections

Friendship, companionship and love. Finding a way to walk through this journey of life. To understand that we are different but come together and bond, over the imperfections of life.

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.