I think I feel like good things take time. Some writers take forever et when they do they perform tricks like a Rollins or a Grey.
There is isn’t a middle ground.
When I lost my best friend I thought that I may never write again. Then I met Elle et life somehow rewinded.
I am trying to write this while my daughters, well ones singing so loud my ear drums are screaming the other is asking me about melting butter et the other is screaming 😂
Elle reminded me of a girl lost in her vein of unhappiness as you see her parents were quite the catastrophe and I sort of get it. But I got it when i read her letters to God.
In life we get older and somehow the trouble often in being older gets bigger.
And I know life gets troubled, people surely get mixed up with their dreams, your success seems at Some point more important than your happiness and then next turn, your sadness from being little finds you.
And you bet, you become lost with life et her secret woes. But writing Elle reminded me of this one line,
You get older and you get bigger and your problems become something else. Yah?
So I must save my next note for another page.
I thank you for reading me. Et I am sorry that unhappy is what I cannot fully write like I use to, life happened to me too.
For my best once friend and greatest fan, Dakota E, missing you so like forever, and I would chase rainbows in Melbourne searching for you,
Ps. The famed hat my daughter had made by the beautiful Behida from New York City. You bet, not in the mood either😉
Courage: Celine Dion